Must be something in the water

In Utah, at least.

A 59-year-old truck driver was sliced in the neck as he fought to get a gun away from a Utah prisoner who had dashed into an Arby’s after the fatal shooting of a guard.

The abbreviated version of the story is that some absolute mutant of a convict out for a medical appointment attacks and kills the corrections officer with him; then runs into an Arby’s where he encountered for Army Paratrooper Eric Fullerton. Mr. Fullerton wrestled the dead officer’s weapon from Mr. Scumbag while sustaining a knife wound to the neck from said scumbag. The dirtbag, now disarmed fled into the managers office and hid there – eventually being captured by police. Mr. Fullerton was nonchalant about the affair.

“I just wanted a sandwich. I didn’t go there for my morning workout,” said Fullerton, who was not seriously injured but needed stitches.

Bravo to Mr. Fullerton; his quick thinking and courage undoubtedly prevented the murderous scumbag from taking anyone else out. I daresay, if Mr. Fullerton is ever again asked to pay for food at any Arby’s in the country, I would be shocked.

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I’m sure all of you remember that Jesse Jackson was recently arrested for trespassing while protesting in front of a suburban gun shop in Illinois. Well, his arrested didn’t seem to have the desired effect, although it did have exactly the effect that I was anticipating.

A day after his arrest for picketing in front of a suburban gun store, Rev. Jesse Jackson said he is more encouraged to fight against gun violence in America.

It’s worth noting that he was arrested for trespassing, not picketing.

“I think people have the right to bear arms at a hunting reserve. But you’re not hunting deer with semi-automatic weapons,”

Not that you’re interested in facts or anything silly like that; but people actually do hunt deer with semi-automatic rifles. That link is a semi-automatic hunting rifle; but of course hunting isn’t even actually the issue here. The Constitution doesn’t say anything about “right to keep and bear arms for potting furry bastards”.

“We’re going to keep protesting until America becomes more conscious of the domestic terrorism allowed by guns.”

Nice drop of the “terrorist” buzzword there. “Terrorism” has become such a weasel word, now whenever someone wants to get Suzy Soccermom to associate a thing with “bad”, all they have to do is drop “terrorists” or “terrorism” in there somewhere.

I have a suggestion for Jesse Jackson. Obviously, you are perturbed by the amount of violence in America. So am I. However, I recognize that guns are not to blame for inner city violent crime. Perhaps you should look to your precious inner cities, and the level of education available to the young men who so often turn to crime as a way out.

Of course, if you actually tried to fix the issues that lie at the root of inner city crime, you’d loose your entire platform and become irrelevant. You can’t have that, now can you?

Cripple fight!

In the grand tradition of having two handicapped people duke it out for entertainment, PETA is calling Michael Moore a fatass.

there’s an elephant in the room, and it is you. With all due respect, no one can help but notice that a weighty health issue is affecting you personally.

This is probably the first time I’ve hit Google News and literally thanked God for the blessings He has bestowed on me.

Now, I’ve made my feelings on fat people well known, but just to reiterate them here briefly. I have no problem with fat people who are fat because of some legitimate genetic disorder, similarly I don’t why you’re fat as long as you accept the responsibility for your fatness.

However, when your fatness interferes with my ability to live as I please, or if you demand that I bear part of the financial burden for your fatassitude, well, that’s where we have a problem. For example – Indiana is a fat state. In 2006, Indiana (where I live) was tied as the number 8 fattest state in the entire country. Now, what you may not know is that the large number of obese people drives up the overall cost of health insurance. That’s right – because this state has a lot of fatties in it; I have to pay more for my health insurance.

I don’t disagree that our health care system is screwed up. However, if a “new” system forces me to bear an additional financial burden for the personal choices of others, whether it’s smoking, overeating, or shooting crunchy peanut better into a vein; there is no way in hell I will support that system.

I have always, and will always endorse personal responsibility and accountability for a person’s actions. Demanding that other people pay for the consequences of your choices is morally repugnant.

OC Spray in a gunfight

Sebastian has a post up that actually has the video of the shooting of Officer Bruce McKay, an incident which I have blogged about previously. Sebastian is addressing the issue of pepper/OC spray and its relative effectiveness. As you can see from the video, the murderous asshole takes a facefull of OC in a very confined space, and yet still comes out with the wherewithal to shoot the officer four times and run him over twice.

I agree that I wouldn’t rely on pepper spray to overcome an assailant determined to do you grievous bodily harm or lethal force. Part of that is because I’ve seen determined, angry chaps take a face full of OC and keep on keepin’ on. Additionally, as part of my Coast Guard/LE training, I’ve been pepper-sprayed and then had to fight off a simulated attacker trying to grab my sidearm. It sucked, but it was doable. That training was excellent in that it taught me both proper uses and limitations of pepper/OC sprays.

In defensive use, if a person is unwilling to carry a firearm, I generally recommend OC spray. It’s not an substitute for a firearm, it’s merely another tool. The most effective civilian use of OC I’ve ever witnessed is when it’s used as a distraction, i.e. give your attacker a face full and then run like hell while they’re distracted.

The Game of Kings

In general terms, all cue sports, specifically to me the version referred to in the US as pool. The proper name for pool is “pocket billiards”, as the classic game of “carom billiards” from whence it is derived does not make use of pockets.

Most adult males have at one time or another fancied themselves a fair pool player, this is partly to blame on the Hustler, which stands as the finest pool-based movie ever made. Paul Newman was top notch, and he just made pool seem too cool for words; this was only reinforced by the later film, The Color of Money”.

I messed around a bit with pool when I was in my teens, but like many other things it wasn’t until college where I really started to pay attention to the game. My roommate was a member of the school’s billiards club, and would play regularly with a few of our other friends. One of those friends would end up becoming Mrs. Ahab – and my attraction to her was a significant motivator in learning to play pool well. My first game against her was something of a blow to my ego, I had no idea exactly how good she was, and filled with my typical hubris assumed that my sub-average skills would be more than enough to take her down.

Boy was I wrong. When she was done kicking my ass all over the table, I was thoroughly humbled, but also equally determined to increase my skill at the game. Increasing my skill meant that I spent a lot of time playing against people who were a lot better than me, and watching what they did, asking for pointers from my friends who were excellent players, etc.

I did eventually get better, to the point where if I was playing well I could play at the skill level of some of my friends; more importantly I had leveled (for the most part) the playing field with Mrs. Ahab. After we got married and purchased our new home, one of our first purchases for the new home was a beautiful 9 foot pool table for the downstairs area – I’d like to note that it was my wife’s idea in the first place. On that note, yes, I know I married the coolest woman ever.

There are about a jillion different games of pool, the notables being straight pool, 8 ball, and 9 ball. A fun short game that I like to play is called 7 ball, it’s similar to 9 ball but adds a twist to keep the game different.

Fun pool facts

Just for fun, I’ll post the House Rules that govern the table in the house of Ahab.

  1. Respect the felt – don’t do dumb shit on my table.
  2. I’m not kidding about rule 1.
  3. No slop. You don’t get better by getting lucky.
  4. If you aren’t good at pool, don’t act like you are. I tried that. I just ended up looking like a tool.
    1. Corollary to rule 4 – don’t be a tool.
  5. While not a requirement, it is strongly encouraged that you consume alcohol while playing.

My only regret with my billiards experience is that I didn’t use the Mrs. to hustle enough people. Having been subjected to it myself, I always took a tremendous amount of enjoyment from watching some poor slob think he was going to kick her ass, and then sit there dumbfounded as she mops them up. It was great, I mean truly great.

More fun with ballistics

After doing a side by side comparison on the quoted ballistics between the 4.6mm PDW round and the .17 Hornady Magnum rimfire, I got the idea to look at my favorite cartridge, the .22 Winchester Magnum Rimfire in comparison with a few other rounds.

Winchester has the ballistic information for their rounds on their website here; I’ll put some of the figures on paper. My favorite load for general work with the .22 Magnum is a 40 grain jacketed hollowpoint, it groups well from rifles and hits pretty hard from my pistols as well.

40 grain JHP – Muzzle velocity 1910 fps, muzzle energy is 324 ft-lbs. CCI offers a 30 grain “TNT” load in addition to the 40 grain hollow point, from a rifle it clocks in around 2200 fps muzzle velocity. That works out to about 322 ft-lbs of force from a rifle.

From a handgun, the North American Arms website has a great rundown of the muzzle velocity of several different types of .22 WMR ammo. I’m using the page for the Mini-Master, since it has the four inch barrel on it.

From a 4 inch barrel, the 40 grain Winchester JHP had an average velocity of 1,101 fps, which gives us energy of about 108 foot pounds. The 30 grain CCI TNT load comes in about 1,400 fps, and about 130 foot pounds of energy at the muzzle.

For comparison, we’ll look at one common cartridge and one not so common cartridge. The first up is the .32-20 WCF, or just good old .32-20. It’s been a cult favorite of people for years, and for good reason. I was only able to find data on one bullet weight for the .32-20, that weight being the 100 grain bullet, which has a MV of 1210 fps, and produces 325 foot pounds of energy at the muzzle. The end energy result is the same for the 40 grain JHP from the .22 WMR as it is for the 100 grain .32-20. Interesting.

From a handgun, the 100 grain .32-20 load clocked in at about 850 fps, which would produce about 160 foot pounds of energy. From the looks of it, it beats the .22 Magnum from handguns. It is worthwhile to note that the .32-20 can be loaded much hotter than the rather anemic factory loadings; when done so it clearly outclasses my pet Magnum as a small game cartridge.

As a small game round, the .22 Magnum can definitely hold its own; as you can see the muzzle velocity and energy are quite similar to the larger (and more expensive) .32-20. But what about as a defensive round?

The common load that I’m going to compare the .22 Magnum to is a round usually found in small, last ditch autopistols, or until recent years, hiding under James Bond’s pillow. The venerable .32 ACP has been around for a long time, and is still quite popular thanks to tiny little autos such as the Kel-tec.

There’s quite a bit of information on the ballistics properties of the .32 ACP. The muzzle velocities usually range in 900-1000 fps range for a 60 grain bullet, which produces energy equal to 108-133 foot pounds. For a 71 grain bullet, muzzle velocity drops down to the 800-900 range, giving us energy of 101-128 foot pounds. Those are almost exactly the same as the figures for the .22 Magnum when fired from the NAA Mini-Master.

The point of all this isn’t to say that you should dump your Kel-Tec .32 ACP, or toss your lever action .32-20 to the wind. Honestly, it’s just to brag about my favorite cartridge, and it’s completely biased in favor of the .22 Magnum. Why do you think I didn’t compare the .22 WMR to the .223 and the .38 Special? I want my pet round to look good.

To my readers

This is for my readers as well as Sebastian’s readers since he linked to the whole thing as well. Yesterday I linked to a blogger who thought my blog was “scary” because of all the pro-gun content. Sebastian linked to it as well at his place.

The end result was that his post about my “scary” blog got more comments than all the other posts on his front page combined, at a score of 26 to 9. The bulk of those comments came from pro-gun readers of this and Sebastian’s blog. Quite honestly, I’m really impressed by everyone that chose to comment over there, everyone was polite, courteous, and intelligent.

If you want to go over there and read the comments, go right ahead. The stream of progunners has driven the blog author straight back to the same tired old arguments that you and I have heard about 1,000 times. He did say one thing though that I’m going to comment on.

Seriously, I do wonder whether all these posts reflect an underlying doubt; on those occasions when I accidentally see a Republican blog, I hardly ever feel compelled to comment, no matter how foolish the content.

Actually, the reason (I think) that an anti-gun blog can generate so much traffic has two reasons: 1) Most gun owners that read this (and other) blogs are very passionate about their beliefs, and 2) we have a relatively well networked community. If someone says “hey, look at this” it is generally guaranteed to bring a few people around.

The short of version of all of this is that I think my readers are awesome. Thanks!

Fun with statistics

You know, I love the old “accidental gun deaths” argument as a reason for imposing more strict regulations on guns. I did a little running around the internet and found the website of the National Safety Council’s accidental death statistics.

A quick look-see reveals some fascinating information. My odds of dying from various causes over my lifetime breakdown as follows.

Firearms accident – 1 in 5,134.

Various falls – 1 in 218. The “falls” category includes a lot of different types of falls, including off stairs (1/2,360), falls involving furniture (1/4,473) and various other types.

Dying from being struck by a car while walking comes in at 1 in 626 chance of getting me, the overall category of motor vehicle accidents had a 1 in 84 chance of getting me. In that same category, air transportation accidents had a 1 in 5,051 chance of getting me.

Accidental drowning has is about five times more likely to occur to me than an accidental gun death, coming in at 1 in 1,134.

Mother Earth is also more likely to kill me than a firearm, as accidental exposure to forces of nature has a 1 in 3,288 chance of putting me in the ground.

While all these statistics are fun, I don’t want people to get the impression that I’m saying that gun owners shouldn’t act responsibly. Far from it; what I’m saying is that swimming pools, furniture, and nature itself are far more dangerous to me than firearms – and yet a different standard is applied to them.

Even the old saw of “we license cars, we should license guns” doesn’t hold water when you think about it. Sure, you have to have a license to drive a car. That license you can get when you’re eighteen by passing an extremely simple test. That same license allows you to operate that car anywhere in any state as long as you don’t break the law. Like LawDog said a while back, “hell yes, let’s license guns like we license cars”. I agree, it would be great to be able to purchase whatever guns I want in any state, carry them across state lines without fear of imprisonment, and do all those things I can do with my car.

The point is that “accidental gun deaths” aren’t anywhere near to the level of tragedy that some people would have you believe. Yes, every accidental gun death is a tragedy, but so is every accidental death.

If you want to license guns to prevent accidental deaths, you better start issuing licenses for owning bathtubs as well. That reminds me, I need to go to the local police department so I can fill out my “Possession of a Lethal Ottoman” form.

Hearts and minds

I beat the drum of “winning hearts and minds” quite frequently around here. I’m a big proponent of sharing our hobby in a way that makes it more accessible to people who haven’t been exposed a lot to firearms. I don’t often get to practice what I preach, so it’s important for me to put my money where my mouth is when the opportunity presents itself.

By now you’re probably wondering exactly what the hell it is that I’m talking about; and I don’t blame you for that. Yesterday, this chap linked to me with the post I’m linking to now. As you can see in the comments I wondered exactly what it was that was so scary about my blog, I went so far as to do a brief recap of the last ten posts on the front page. The host of the other blog was kind enough to clarify exactly what it was he found disturbing about WWJWD in the below comment.

Our regular readers haven’t chipped in as yet, so let me take a crack. What I find scary about your blog is your fascination with firearms.

I can understand that feeling; as a teenager I collected guns. And like most Americans, especially men, I’ve experience the messages that guns are cool, that they equal power.

The very fact that you’d name your blog “church of the duke” symbolizes this.

I want to address the points brought up here because I think they are a very accurate representation of how a lot of people view firearms. I also think that it is part of a misconception about firearms.

I understand the statement that “guns equal power”, and while I think it reinforces a misconception, it’s also partially true. The old saying goes “God created men, but Sam Colt made them equal”, a reference to the equalizing power of a firearm. In that sense, it is true that a gun confers power upon its user. When used for self defense, it allows a woman of small stature and limited physical strength to defend herself against attackers who, in the absence of a firearm, could easily overpower her.

I also agree that guns are “cool”, but not because they equal power. To me and many other firearms enthusiasts, the “power” of a gun has absolutely nothing to do with why I find them interesting. To us, a fascination with firearms is no different than a fascination with automobiles; it is the machine itself that creates interest. I personally view guns as a benign object, a mechanical device designed to use expanding gases to expel a projectile at high speed. My fascination with firearms isn’t any different from someone who is fascinated with other machines.

I think that is the critical difference in the thought process of people. To me, to Sebastian, Countertop, Tamara, and the whole army of gunbloggers a gun isn’t mysterious. It doesn’t carry any special powers beyond its design. It’s just a machine that does the will of its user.

I’m not saying that guns aren’t dangerous, and shouldn’t be treated with respect. To quote the comics, “with great power comes great responsibility”. Simple fact – when used illegally or irresponsibly, guns can hurt and kill people. Responsible gun owners are most cognizant of that fact, and we do everything we can to prevent injuries and promote firearms safety.

The bottom line is that to us, a gun has nothing to do with power. A gun is just another thing, no different in its inherent value from a car, a boat, or any other hobby item. Like a lot of hobbies, it requires responsibility to ensure safety.

As for the name of my blog, well it’s actually What Would John Wayne Do; and it doesn’t have anything to do with guns. I started using that phrase years ago in response to the whole “What Would Jesus Do” thing that was going around; it was humorous and the gag caught on with some folks. It makes for a heckuva blog title as well.

Update: You know, I had almost completely forgotten about this post from Marko, called “Why the Gun is Civilization”. He looks at it from a view that I didn’t approach in this entry; and while we are of the same opinion, his expression is more eloquent than mine would have been.

I also have a tiny penis

Come on, how often can you get away with writing that? According to criminal profiler Pat Brown, the mere fact that I own guns is a sign that I’m a potential psychopath. If I were to complete the uncomplimentary stereotyping, I should also point that I have guns because I’m compensating for my tiny penis, my short stature, and my feelings of inadequacy.

Also, in addition to liking guns, I also really like airplanes; as well as all of the above I’m also compensating for my lack of personal wings and the ability to fly under my own power.

Oh my god. I just realized – my whole life has been nothing but compensation! My cars? I’m compensating for the fact that I can’t run at 75 mph! I was always envious of that bastard the Flash. My clothes? I’m compensating for the fact that my body doesn’t produce enough hair to warm myself in the winter!

MY GOD…MY WHOLE LIFE IS NOTHING BUT A WEB OF LIES AND FALSE COMPENSATION! WHY GOD, WHY?!