and other types of spin.

Done here with a great deal of flair and style.

If I hadn’t heard of Fast and Furious and learned the details before reading THIS, then I’d have to think that it was ok.

ETA: It occurred to me that IF the limitations and obstacles hobbling the agents are actually that big of a deal, then the fact that they continued shows, at best, incompetence (and, at worst, malfeasance).

I mean, if you can’t do something because of those pesky laws, or because the rest of the justice system won’t cooperate, then why continue, knowing the results will be bad? Knowing that you will be facilitating the movement of illegal firearms beyond the borders? Not to mention the fact that thy failed to inform, much less cooperate with, the relevant Mexican authorities.

Bring

It.

Go here for an explanation.

“General” TACO:

You won’t like the ending.

At all.

Guaranteed.

And at the end of the kerfluffle, yes, all black people’s problems will, indeed, be solved.

But not in the way you think.

Talk is cheap.

And you are as disgusting as those KKK assholes.

But, when you think yer ready, Bring It.

‘Cause there’s a lot more folks on the other side who are ready right now, than you think.

Yer shit might work in a “blue” city, maybe. But everywhere else, you’ll lose. Badly.

You really don’t wanna start nuthin’.

All your posing and mean looks and tough talk might impress those poor inner city youths. But it ain’t gonna mean shit to the rest of the country.

Like I said, you really won’t like how it ends. Few whites want a real race war. But you can, if you try hard enough, find one. And you’d better be prepared for the damage your race will take. It won’t be pretty on either side, but you’ll take the lions share of the damage. And you’ll bring shit down on a bunch of good people, white and black, who don’t deserve it.

And you’ll still lose. And so will your “people”. Badly.

“Remember people: Keep your eye on the balls”

Hours of watching hundreds people pass through a metal detector and never once did a light flash or a sound emerge. Yet he had no clue that the metal detector was not plugged in.

And the TSA “had no choice” but to further inconvenience people by making planes return to the gates so the passengers could be rescreened, and forcing everyone in the terminal to pass again through the metal detectors.

Now, I am no expert on terrorism, nor on hijacking….But if I were so  inclined, and the nice (arabic surnamed) TSA agent had allowed me to pass through the non working security device, What makes you think that I would carry my weapon back through the security line again rather than secrete it in the “secure area” or in the plane before returning to the security for rescreening?

And I wonder what sort of disciplinary action isn’t being applied to the (apparently oblivious) pizza delivery reject TSA agent?

Remember, Security Theater, nothing more

When they were telling you what a monster George Zimmerman was, when he brutally attacked and shot a sweet child who was coming back from the store with candy for his bother and Iced tea for his father

Wait,

They didn’t tell you that the sweet child looked like a ghetto thug, did they, instead of the 12 year old cherub-cheeked youngster they showed you, did they”

They didn’t tell you that he had been thrown out of school for drugs and fighting, either.

And they didn’t tell you this, either…That George Zimmerman passed TWO lie detector tests.

’cause then they couldn’t stir up the black vote in an “us against the white man” thing in November.

A wise and frugal Government, which shall restrain
men from injuring one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to
regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not
take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned. This is the sum of
good government, and this is necessary to close the circlue of our
felicities

Now if only our Liberals will get it, we can get on with having a real country, and integrate our immigrants .  Assimilate them into the “melting pot”.

Of course, the Dutch are getting serious about their integration.

Hey, since the liberals like everything that Europeans do, maybe they will follow their lead.

H/T FreeNorthCarolina

Went to the rifle range Sunday morning (finally!). 75 degrees, partly cloudy, almost no wind. My previous attempts always encountered either bad/rainy weather or high winds, making sighting in/performance checks difficult. Today was an EXCELLENT day to do both.

But I learned a few things:

1. The Sharps 1874 (.45-70) replica is a very accurate rifle. I was shooting 5 round groups (at 50 yards) where all the holes were touching once I got it on the paper. I could learn to like double set triggers…A lot.

2. That 17.75 lb rifle kicks like a mule…

On steroids.

A mad mule at that.  With a grudge. And a bad attitude. Whose wife just left him…. for his girlfriend. 

I’m gonna have to get a recoil pad.

Srsly.

3. Steel buttplates hurt an already bruised shoulder. Repeated attempts to verify did not change this phenomenon.

4. My first attempts at paper-patching pure lead bullets went very well. Good accuracy and good paper separation. You can find instructions for ANYTHING on the internet…I gotta load some more soon. Maybe my shoulder will heal in a week or so so I can try again.

5. Enough rounds begin to hurt…. Badly…. Then it becomes Not Fun.
Continued experimentation showed that this does not change with further shooting. Nor will the shoulder go numb. 

6. One should shoot the .22 rifle FIRST.

7. The scope on the Savage MKII rifle I won in the raffle can be as much as 20″ (L/R) off  POI (at 50 yards) and still have enough adjustment to move onto target.  (but that is a lot of clicks)

8. The Savage MKII rifle/scope combination is capable of shooting single hole 5 shot groups at 50 yds (even with a badly bruised shoulder) with Federal Bulk ammunition until I get tired and start to shake. Which is about 200 rounds.

9. Some people, say from Illinois, cannot learn to follow rules of firearms and range safety and must be asked to leave before they hurt someone else. And that, when called on it for the third time, double down on stupid by offering to shoot the other range users (all 9 of us) instead of following the rules or leaving.  (hint: brandishing (showing) a pistol (even if it never leaves the holster) in a threatening manner on an Indiana gun range is stupid. Eight of the 9 of the other range users were also heeled).  Discretion is, however, apparently even in Illinois, the better part of valor. They left. Thank God the rest of the range users showed restraint, let ’em talk their piece, and leave. Words are cheap, so they let ’em say their bit. But for a moment there, I thought someone was gonna shoot the asshole. and no, not me. I stayed the hell out of that part… , I just watched from the sidelines (behind the table, in fact) as the scene played out, even if earlier I did get in his face when he picked up and pointed the (tricked out with gadgets) AR (with a magazine in the well!) downrange when we were changing targets. (“What? It’s not loaded, man”…..) Glad they left and no one escalated the situation, and the only things exchanged were words. All the rest of us wanted was to shoot rifles safely. The rangemaster was, of course, late to the party and ineffective. Other range users said this had happened before. Disturbing. Maybe I’ll go to JP instead of Willow Slough next time. Fewer out of staters maybe. I dunno..

Chicago people…. WhatAreYaGonnaDo?

I fail to see how one man can be an effective rangemaster over 1000 feet of firing line and 100+ people if they aren’t willing to follow safety rules. But that is all the state pays for, so that is all we get. Especially when they don’t leave the air conditioned cabin.

It was, overall, an excellent range morning on Sunday. Even with the added out of state excitement.

I came home much more relaxed than when I left, which is, after all the point. 

Spent a large portion of the day heating and straightening some large bits of iron the old fashioned way. Charcoal, air, anvil and hammer.  Over and over and over and over and over.

Man, I forgot how much work that can be.

 I hope I can make a fist Sunday morning. I’m supposed to go shooting if the weather holds.

Q:
How many men does it take to open a beer?

A: None—It should already be open when she brings it.

YMMV