Wednesday, November 29, 2006


A New York Minute
Not Peace, But a Sword

I'm filled with rage. On the front page of the local rag's website I find this article... and this headline: Christians must "let go' some beliefs for the sake of peace.

What's worse is who said it. A theologian at a Church of Christ University.

In the article he claims that the Christian believe of setting up a Kingdom on Earth puts us in direct conflict with Jews and Muslims. He doesn't address the fact that there are no conflicts between Christians and Jews... nor does he seem particularly interested in explaining how changing that belief will revoke Muhammad's orders to kill all infidels.

Its myopic views like this... completely ignorant of historical and religious context that endager our world... and the fact that they are expressed by one who is expected to know better is yet another indictment on the state of education... in this case even the Faith Based education system has failed miserably.

The man should be fired. Not for saying something inflamatory... but for being so ridiculously ignorant, and showing such gross incompetence in what's supposed to be his area of excellence.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Short Ride on a Fast Machine

Its funny... how nothing really clears the mind of a man like combustion. Oh... it comes in various forms of course... it can be the tightly controlled explosion in the chamber of a well used weapon. Trigger breaks... hammer falls... pin strikes pimer... primer explodes igniting 40 grains of powder that burns at just the right rate...

or maybe its the roaring wood fire... of course its not actually the wood burning... its the gasses within the wood that burn... once the stove is good and hot this is obvious... as dozens of torches shoot from the cracks of what appear to be burning logs.

And there is still one other type....

It's been a while. The pre flight check reveals nothing unexpected. My ride is ready. Drop to a knee for the traditional prayer... mount up... kickstand... clutch.... choke... key....

Let her roll back... the rpms creep up now.... 3000.... 3500... ease the clutch in... idle drops to a stable 1000 rpms... excellent. Down the drive and into the street... she feels heavy... she always has at these low speeds. She wasn't designed for this. Down to the stop sign... the two line state highway stretches off before me... and joys await on the other side of town.

A right turn... and I throttle up... a short twist of the wrist... not to long... maybe a little longer... 80 gives way to 90.... and I back it back down... its not time for that game. Yet.

Anticipation is relived by timely comedy... as the expected herd of Harleys and Wanna-be's wobble through town... fat women and old men playing dressup... attempting to look tough in assless leather pants. They are indeed dangerous though... they could drop one of those dinosaurs right in front of you... at any time... for any reason. You're better off passing them.

I did.

Through town... down a hill... there's the stoplight... up ahead... the road signs read like Heaven itself. Twisties... Green means go.

A twist of the wrist... hold it... The front wheel's getting light... force is applied to my chest... beneath me... 998 cc's of Honda's most proven engineering comes to life as the tach reaches 7,000 rpm. Lean to the left... then right... the first 30 mph S curve just went by at 75... before me lays a snake of a road... above me is sun and blue sky.

Its 74 degrees... its November in Tennessee...

All is right with the world.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Thoughts Thunk... Barely Comprehensible

Here in the deep... with but whiskey... and the suffering of viral hellspawn... sent by the Prince of Lies his own self to torment me with excessive mucus, oxygen deprivation, and general misery. Its all the inspiration one man can stand.

I am moved to make comparison... of the modern secular university system, and the faith based system from which it was born. Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Duke, Vanderbilt, Cambridge... all schools founded and funded... not by government... but individuals... and with much heavy lifting of the Church.

This system saw knowledge, reason, and wisdom as ways to bring one's self closer to God. This system produced, above all, thinkers. The religious and the atheist alike came from this system. The great philosophers.... the great scientists... this system functioned as intended.

The modern secular system sees knowledge as means to self aggrandizement. Reason is no where to be found, and it doesn't even know how to define wisdom. Its produced no great thinkers... atheist or otherwise. Not one great philosopher. Perhaps its greatest scientist... Einstein... wasn't actually much of a scientist at all. Doesn't the light barrier sound a lot like the sound barrier? Just another meaningless mark to be broken. We look back at those who preached the dogma of the unbreakable sound barrier and laugh. Our great great grand children will laugh at us as well. Or will they?

The modern secular system also functions as intended. Meaning that it doesn't produce thinkers. Thinkers are not the goal. It produces well heeled consumers and worker bees, ready willing and able to jump through whatever corporate hoop that may be placed before them.

Amazingly, the chief accomplishment of this modern system is the slight-of-hand. Its in the way its products insist with such passion and fury on their own individualism, while they slobber with equal passion at the ringing of each and every bell. They are rebels... hell bent on bowing to every authority they come to, save God.

The spirit of rebellion... its obvious in their atheism. Because that's what atheism is really. Oh they hide behind noble words like science and philosophy... but in the end they're naked as the day they were born. They are taught to judge God based on man's percieved morality. The old system did it the other way around.

Judge them by the fruits says I.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

I Hate Cops

Because of things like this.

Let me sum up. Plain clothed cops kick in the door of a 92 year old woman... she understandably freaks out and starts shooting. She wounded a couple of them. They killed her.

Anyone here believe that the 92 year old woman was a drug trafficer?

The police insist that had the right address. Of course they did...

I find myself quoting NWA more and more.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Not Just Happy Feet

Hey y'all... I just got a call from DrWho and DJ... they were takin' Jeb to see Happy Feet. Skip it. They had to leave. Turns out the movie focuses almost totally on mating, sex, and the mating season. Needless to say there should be a lot of pissed off parents... of course... there won't be.

Still if you don't want to answer mating questions from your 4 or 5 year old... stay home.

Friday, November 17, 2006


Yeah I know I've been slack... but its a special night... I've got progress to report.

Let's get the specifics out of the way first...

Bookers... CAO..

oh... and firearms???

Check this out!

New Pics!!!

THAT boys and girls is the slide that's going on the 1911 project. Oh my... I am stunned at the build quality. The cuts are freaking unreal. I knew Caspian made good stuff... I didn't expect Les Bear quality though. Its is blown me away. Note the Bo-mar cut on the back and the Novak in the front. Trick eh?

I've got some much better pics up now.

Ok ok ok... enough of that... How y'all been? Whatcha drinkin'? Whatcha smokin'? Anyone up for a little wine discussion? I'm seriously considering building a virtical tasting collection... two actually... One Jacobs Creek Merlot bottling... say about 5 years running.... then a White Zif... Berringer I suppose... also 5 years running... for DrWho. Cheap yes... but its an excuse to start.

How bout it y'all?

Thursday, November 16, 2006

All I Want...

Wear your seat belt. Put your kids in a car seat. Don't you dare have a 5 gallon tank on that toilet. Oh.. of course you can do that sir... so long as you X first... oh and Y... and Z too. Don't smoke. Don't let your kid taste your beer. Don't spank your kid. Don't speak harshly to your kid.

I'm sick of it.

I hate it.

I'm not asking a lot. I just want to be left alone. I don't want to be controlled.

I don't want your service. I don't want your compassion or even your interest. I just want to be left alone.

I can take care of my own self. I'm a big boy. I don't need 911. I don't need dog catchers, or trash collectors. I don't need a judge to settle the despute I have with my neighbor.

All I need... is for you... to get the hell out of my way.

That friends, is what the republicans lost. That's what they forgot. They're job isn't to solve our problems... which is what abominations like No Child Left Behind are attempting. They're job is to get the hell out of our way so we can solve our problems ourselves.

Its what the democrats will never understand. They'll scream at the top of their lungs... "We Care!!!"

And we'll shout back...

"We don't want you to!"

I've gotten to the point where I've largely insulated myself from society as a whole and government in particular.

I pay no taxes. I have no interaction with any kind of government. This is my generous attempt at keeping other alive. I don't go to the DMV ok? But I'm making no promises if a census taker knocks on our door.

This is why I want to leave. I can't stand it. Its suffocating. I feel like I'm living with an armed babysitter who's perfectly willing to kill me for my own good... and a particularly competent one at that.

Its the way of America... Progress... Progress.... always Sacred Progress... towards what?

A damned living hell as far as I can tell.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

A Prime Example of the He Needed Killin' Defense

Bailiff: Court is now in Session. The Honourable Clarence Brown preciding. Now hearing the case of The People vs Louis Brown.

Judge: Mr Brown you are charged with murder in the first degree. How do you plead?

Mr Brown: Not Guilty your honour... on the grounds of He Needed Killin'.

Judge: I'm sorry? Will you repeat that last part?

Mr Brown: Yessir. See judge. This was killin'. But it weren't murder. Like self defense... that's killin'. But it ain't murder. Well... in this case... this feller needed killin'.

Judge: Mr Brown... you shot the defendant in the face in the middle of a live television interview. The whole world saw it. Are you seriously going to claim self defense?

Mr Brown: No your honor. I'm claiming he needed killing. That man killed my daughter with a knife... then in spite of a massive amount of evidence... he got away with it. Now... ten years after another judge and jury... just like y'all I might add... let him walk... he signs a book deal to confess and make millions off of it. Judge. That man needed killing. For killing my daughter. For killing that boy Goldman. For making a mockery of our whole justice system. I killed him. But it weren't murder.

Judge: Sir this is silly.

Mr Brown: No your honour. It ain't. I call it the He needed killin' defense. In your law books its called Jury Nullification. Its what gives The People to set something right when the letter of the law won't.

Obviously none of that will ever happen. Mostly because Louis Brown is just to much of a pussy to avenge his daughter... otherwise he would've done so already.

Ask yourself though... would you put someone away who killed OJ?

I wouldn't.

The Modest Mrs MooCow asks: I've got a Glock 19. I don't always carry a purse and if I did then I'd have to hold onto it all the time. I couldn't put it down and walk across the room. I would like to carry concealed on my person, but I haven't found a comfortable place to put it. I have a Bianchi (sp?) IWB holster. I wear bluejeans and t-shirts most days. Is there a better holster and where do you suggest carrying the Glock?

Hrm... Did i neglect to mention that the zipper on the purse was lockable? As for a comfortable place... it doesn't matter where it is... firearms are heavy. It takes some getting used to, but after a while you adjust and you find that it actually feels a little wierd to not have one on.

I think what we see here is, and I mean no offense to MrsMooCow, the typical female response. I want the benefits of X but none of the costs. Disturbingly I am hearing more and more of this from men to.

Carrying a weapon requires some changes. It means you may have to alter your normal dress. It means you may have to carry your purse almost all the time. It means you may not be 100% comfortable for a while.

That's just the way it is.
Say Baby...

Do ya wanna lay down with me?
Say baby do ya wanna lay down by my side?
Baby do ya wanna lay down with me?
Say baby!
Hard Work Never Killed Anyone.

Horse shit.

The next time some idiot says that, you need to slap them. The moron that came up with that sure as hell never heard of John Henry or Casey Jones either one. And you can bet your butt he didn't know any miners.

Hard work kills.

How much?

In the private sector 4,054 died in 2004 in work related incidents. Over 400 were in mines. Over 1,700 were in some sort of manufacturing.

Contrast this will government workers. Only 514 of them died because of something that happened at work. Unless you count the 20,000 that died every year of sheer bloated laziness. Hey the subconscience instinct to breath is only so strong. The laziness of a government employee truely knows no bounds. I suppose that's more of a condition than an injury... oh well.

Anyway... Hard Work kills lots of folks. The trouble is... doin' nothin' kills just as many... and doin' nothin' ain't livin'.
Where Ya Been?

Sorry man... I know I know... The Dems have taken congress (oh the horror). Am I slack?

I suppose I am.

Oh dear.

I'll beg your forgiveness. Fact is I don't see what the big deal is. The out-of-the-closet liberals have taken control from the closeted ones. This is news? You wadded up your panties over this? I barely even noticed. I don't see why people are suprised the conservatives lost. I mean... the conservatives didn't even run. At least as far as I can tell.

And come on.. buck up. Nancy Pelosi is 3rd in the line of Presidential Succession. What could be more fun? Speark of the House Pelosi! Oh the comedy! Charlie Rangle is gonna be head of the Ways and Means Committee! Seriously! The shiftiest politician in Washington is gonna be running the most powerful finance committee! Its like something the UN would do!

Snoop Dog wouldn't let that negro within 20 miles of his checkin' account, but we're gonna trust him with the budget of the whole damned country! It just don't get no better.

Anyway... I've got to much to do to be worryin' about what some damned congress critter is up to.

Remember my 1911 project? I've aquired 2 high quality frames. They're made by Doublestar. Word is parts just drop in. I figure I may have to rub off some of the finish here and there, but I am very optimistic about the quality of these bad boys.

I've selected Caspian slides. One 1911 is going to have a Bo-Mar cut in the rear, and Novak on the front. I may go with 2 Novak cuts on the other. I'm looking at a 3.5 pound drop in trigger kit for each... short adjustable trigger pulls. Both 1911's will be blacked out.. perhaps with stainless steel here and there. I'm still considering barrel options.

The other project... which I am not at liberty to speak of... is actually taking up just as much time. Enormous amounts of research is going into our latest hairbrained scheme... which of course is making less hairbrained... still... there will always be a considerable Oh Shit Factor with this one... even after we get far enough along to post about it.

Bear with us.

It will be worth it.

By the way... 4 people in the last week have seriously encouraged me to run for political office. I mean real people. Not internet people. Some old friends... a couple guys here in town.

Pickin's is slim boys.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Sit Down, and Shut Up

My children will never step foot in a government school. This is one reason.

The following is a transcript of a letter that is circulating around the internet. Its actually not in text. Its a photo of a letter... complete with a highlighted section (shown here in italics) . I didn't find anything on Snopes about it so I'll print it here and you can decide for yourselves. Wether or not the letter is authentic, I firmly believe it to be a perfect representation of the attitudes of the modern school system.

Dear Mrs X
You may already know this, but in case Alex has neglected to tell you, I am assigning him to detention for 1 hour this Friday, April 22. The reason is as follows:

Alex consistantly defied me. During class he contradicted me numerous times when I insited that the length of a kilometer was greater than that of one mile. Every other student in class accepted my less without argument, but you son refused to believe what I told him, offering such rebuttals as, "You're lying to the class", and commanding other students to challenge my curriculum.

Even though he was correct, Alex's actions show a blatant disregard for authority, and complete lack of respect for his school. In the future, Alex would be better off simply accepting my teachings without resistence.

Please see to it that your son understands this.


For every one of these stories that we hear about, there are thousands, if not millions more.

I present the new Ducati 1098. Now...

Go change your panties.

Yeah yeah yeah.. but what about you casual types? The button down shirt and slacks folks... slaving away at Innotec... scurrying about at breakneck speed lest your TPS reports don't get out on time?

Watch and learn.

As you can see in the top right I have a .357 wheel gun in my pocket and a Glock .45 on the inside of my left ankle. This is perhaps overkill... but my father-in-law carried this exact rig, plus an additional Glock .45 as well. I'll hear no crying about your bulky single Millenium.

Ah... and girls... I haven't forgotten about you. Please examine DrWho's purse.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Concealed Carry

Lets talk about this.

A reader recently commented that a millenium made his jacket hang funny. Folks... you're being to anal. I carry all the time in a t-shirt and jeans. I open carry until I get out of the truck, then I untuck my size medium t-shirt and drape it over the Steyr on my hip, and go on about my business.

This has never failed.


Because people don't pay attention to a lump on your hip. 99% won't even notice and those that do figure its a cell phone.

Fobus and Biacchi make excellent ccw holsters. They are not inside-the-pants rigs, because they don't need to be. Wear two layers... a tucked in, tighter fitting shirt, and larger looser garment for cover. I've done this for years.

Don't worry about printing. People aren't observant at all. Half of them wouldn't even notice you carrying completly open.

more later... maybe even pics!

See where we're going here?

Ok.. but Invid asked about you boys that have to dress pretty at work.

I'll cover pretty boys and women folk in the next post.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

The Turning Away

The Whatsit calls friends.

You're mad as hell. You're gonna stick it to that damned Whatsit this time. R or D... which ever way you've chosen... you're gonna hit the Whatsit with everthing you have.

And its going to laugh in your face.

Or maybe you see it another way. Maybe today you're doing your duty. You have to vote. Your sacred honor requires you to go cast your vote for a slimeball who shares none of your values.

But what's the alternative? The opinions of people who don't vote don't matter. You know this because your sixth grade teacher told you so. It doesn't matter that you'd never actually thought about that reasoning. You heard it when you were 11 and it sounded good. By now you've repeated it thousands of times yourself, so it must be true. Right?

If you don't vote don't complain.

Allow me to rephrase that oft repeated mantra: sit down, shut up, and do what your told.

Not today.

And why not? Because next year... when this slimeball or that is in office, busily sodomizing you, then you truely and rightly can complain. Ya know why?

Because you didn't vote for him.

You want the best reason for not voting today? Here it is. You shouldn't vote today because the guy you pick might win. Who wants a senator on the conscience?

Today you should excersize your God given rights. Go buy an FN-FAL and put 500 rounds through it at the range. Trust me... its more carthatic.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


As I am sure you're all aware, Halloween is my most favorite holiday. Oh, its not the one that's the most important to me... that's Christmas... but for sheer fun, Halloween is unbeatable... and as you can see... we did it right.

Well actually you can't see... because bloggers photo server has apparently gone tits up.
i'll get some up eventually though.

For now.. lets talk about the holiday for a minute. Cause I'm pretty pissed about the way things are going.

I've come to accept that practically everything about the US has gone to shit... but for some reason the deterioration of Halloween has struck a nerve. When I was growing up I remember running wild through my neighborhood in a pack of 9 or 10 other kids... scaring every kid we could find... gathering massive amounts of candy... it was a contest to see who got the most... who got the best.

We learned quickly never to carry paper sacks... because other kids would put ice cubes in them when you weren't looking... and the bottom would drop out... exposing your loot to all manner of shiftless lay-abouts.

We were not escorted house by house by two parents... hell bent on insuring no one got more than 1 piece of candy. Carting them around in a minivan stop at each driveway, because heaven forbid the poor darlings have to walk more than 25 steps.

And it worked both ways. My boys went to every house in my neighborhood, where they recieved an average of about 1.2 pieced of candy per house.

Are you serious?

We egged houses that limited us to one or two pieces of candy! And you did to dammit! We once rolled a guys house so bad it looked like it was mummified... and for that extra spice, I dropped trou and took a crap on his porch!

That's Halloween dammit!

The little kids go out early and look cute for everyone... then the big kids come out for a night of chaos! That's what its about!

And while these Halloween Scrooges were handing out one piece of candy per child... I was giving out a massive handful of candy and a capri sun drink to every kid, and offering a mountain dew to every parent. We had everything from fruit cups, to slim jims, to smarties in our box of goodies... and still I had to almost get into an argument with one battleaxe mom who refused to allow me to give her child more than one item.

Like so many other things... this nuetered version of Halloween leaves me cold.

Can America do anything right anymore?