Is a train. Or more accurately, it’s a super-duper hangover courtesy of an excellent New Year’s Eve party.
Happy New Year’s to my four readers, I’ll actually post about something tomorrow.
Is a train. Or more accurately, it’s a super-duper hangover courtesy of an excellent New Year’s Eve party.
Happy New Year’s to my four readers, I’ll actually post about something tomorrow.
It seems that Saddam Hussein will hang within the hour.
Excellent.
Update: 2244 EST – It appears that the brutal tryant has seen justice done. Reports of Iraqis lining up to tapdance on his grave are coming in.
Rot in hell, you fucker.
From CNN.com a hapless traveler somehow booked a flight from Germany to Sydney, Montana. That would have been fine, except he wanted to go to Sydney, Australia.
Oops.
This article from the Communist News Network is the sort of thing that makes me very angry.
Allow me to elaborate. When I see a fat kid in public, I get mad. I generally am upset by obese adults as well (more on that later); but a fat kid really upsets me. Fat kids make me angry because in a child, the parents have control over what the child eats, how much tv the child watches, how much time they spend on videogames, etc. If your kid is a fattie, it’s probably your fault.
I am well aware that there are certain conditions which leave someone with a predisposition to fatness. That’s fine. If your kid has one of those, ignore this. If your kid is fat because you use pizza as a reward for good grades and never unplug the fucking Nintendo and make him play outside, than it’s your fault.
The Mrs. and I were at a local mall the other day, and I walked by an establishment in said mall that caused me to lose my damn vision due to the rage coursing through my system. This mall had a “kid’s gym”, complete with pint-sized fitness equipment. While I applaud the sentiment of not having fat kids, your kid should not need a gym to avoid being fat. I’m torn, because Fat Kids = Bad Thing, but at the same time you shouldn’t need to sign you precious Timmy up for weightlifting classes to make sure he’s healthy.
There’s this place, it’s called “Outdoors.” I know that there are bears and cars and pedophiles “outdoors”, but your child can play there and not die. If you’re that worried, why don’t you put down your Scotch and go play with your child outdoors. Come on.
I’ve gotten curious lately as to what number of people out there carry the king of sub-calibers in their defensive pistol. Specifically, the timeless .22 Long Rifle. As of right now, my personal armaments consist of a pocket knife and a Walther P22 loaded with CCI-Stingers.
I’ve received the perfunctory ribbing from the local gunstore commandos, as well as some good natured and friendly advice from some people whose opinions I genuinely respect. The question I’ve been asked the most frequently is “Why the .22, why not something bigger”, usually coupled with the statement that the Walther is about the same size as a few different models of .380 out there.
The answer to the question is simple and complicated at the same time. I’m sure that all of us know that the first rule of gunfighting is “have a gun”, which I am fulfilling by packing the P22 around. A quote that correlates to that is “A .22 in the eye beats a .45 in the forearm.” When you think about a gun that is carried literally whenever I have my pants on, the P22 has a lot going for it, which comes down to a combination of size, weight, accuracy, and “shootability”.
Size is a big issue for me, especially in regards to concealed carry. I’m a little guy, I’m only 5’6 tall and weight maybe a buck fifty-five. I cannot physically conceal a fullsize pistol without 23 layers of clothing. There are a lot of “compact” pistols on the market that create problems for me to conceal as well. The P22 is perfect, because it’s so slim, in an IWB holster it simply disappears, even under a relatively tight shirt. The second size issue is that although I’m small, I have huge hands. This makes most tiny mouseguns challenging to shoot accurately. I’m sure that with enough practice it wouldn’t be a problem; however the P22 fits nicely into my hand. It fits well and points quite naturally, which makes the accurate shot placement required by carrying a .22 that much easier.
Weight goes hand in hand with size. The P22 (and most “carry” .22’s) are very light. I’m much more likely to pack a pistol around where the weight doesn’t grow tiresome after 20 minutes. I had to carry a heavy handgun for a good four years, and now I don’t.
As far as accuracy goes, the P22 is great. It has excellent sights and a throughly easy to manage trigger. According to my scale, the double action pull breaks at about 11 pounds, and the single action at 4 pounds. The P22 holds inside of 2 inches at 50 feet if I do my part, and in rapid fire practical shooting easily keeps an entire magazine inside a fist sized area.
The final pro for me about carrying a .22 is shootability. It’s a combination of all the previous factors, combined with one more. That last factor is familiarity. When I was in college, I shot NRA Collegiate Pistol, and I still shoot Bullseye matches to this very day. I know .22s, and I’ve shot a ton of .22s. Massad Ayoob had a great article on the benefits of shooting under competitive stress, including bullseye competitions. I’ve fired a lot of .22s under the timer, and it just feels right for me.
Of course, everything above is completely personal. Just because a .22 works for me doesn’t mean that you should carry one. I certainly don’t think that our military should turn in their M16s for Ruger 10/22s, or that my local Sheriff’s office should trade their Glocks for Sig Mosquitos. I don’t even think that you should trade your CQB Tactical Destroyer for a .22.
What I do think is that you should carry the gun that fits your needs the best. If that’s a .22 or a .500 S&W Magnum, you should carry what works for you.
Mostly because I’ve been shooting since I was eight, and I’ve just now purchased my first Ruger 10/22. I know, I know, and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up by turning my Ruger 10/22 from an innocent looking plinking rifle into a terrifying “assualt weapon”, guarenteed to make Gun Fearing Wussies soil themselves. Of course, everyone else will know that it’s just a dressed up Ruger .22lr, but who cares?
Speaking of .22’s, I’ve decided that I hate the .17 HMR. Not because it’s a bad round or anything, but because I love the .22 WMR. I was in Gander Mountain, and I found maybe two or three rifles chambered for .22 WMR; however there were at least a dozen rifles chambered for .17 HMR. Oh well, I guess as long as people are shooting, I should be happy. I’ll just have to be content with my Marlin 25M and my EAA Bounty Hunter for now.
Merry Christmas everyone.
A little background is necessary before I get to the meat of this particular entry. When I graduated college, my wife and I moved to the DC Metro area, specifically the Northern Virginia area. We lived in a nice, low crime, middle class area; but it was also still the DC Metro area. I had a VA concealed weapons permit, and Virginia also allows unlimited open carry; of which I availed myself to from time to time. Thankfully, I didn’t work in DC, but rather the Arlington area, so for the most part I was able to avoid the District’s draconian gun laws.
While living in that area, I never once felt like it was a bad idea to exercise my right to carry. Even though the specific area I lived was low crime, I worked in a high crime area of Arlington. Carrying there made good sense to me.
Fast forward to now. A year and a half ago, my wife and I moved to the Indianapolis area to be closer to family, afford a house, etc. We now live in a nice suburb, with a very low rate of crime, and I work in a very low crime area. I still carry, every day. But now I feel almost silly doing it. I’ve spent the last 6 years preaching the mantra of “Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it”; and yet I cannot but help feel slightly silly when I strap on my pistol and tuck a spare magazine into my pocket.
Of course, I’m not about to stop packing, because no matter how silly I feel it is still better to have it and not need it.
Tiger mauls trainer from the Communist News Network.
I honestly don’t have much comment on that. Obviously, when taking care of wild animals, one should take measures to ensure that you do not become food.
One of my friends did mention that it was sad that the tiger went crazy like that, to which I would respond by quoting Chris Rock: “That tiger didn’t go crazy, that tiger went tiger.” Which of course rolls quite nicely into cautioning people to be careful when dealing with carnivores.
In this fascinating article from the Communist News Network, it seems that the militants in Palestine have grown tired of just murdering Israeli citizens, and have now decided to turn their ire on one another. The short version is that Fatah and Hamas are two rival parties in the Palestinian “government” (note: I use that term loosely here), and have decided to settle the political power struggle in the Traditional Mideast Fashion. Which means shoot it out.
Excellent.
I’m sure that several people in the Israeli military are kicking themselves for not letting the asshole terrorists Palestinians elect Hamas into official power before now. If this is the sort of “democracy” we can count on from the assholes, then they can have all the democracy they want.
This makes The Duke smile.