Little Pleasures

I love my family. And I love needling them. Particularly WellDigger.

See... poor Digger... he's just like my buddy Curt. He can smoke you all day on his new Witch's Broom of a bike... but if you get him just once... it sticks in his craw. In fact... I'll wager that he's thought about this very series of events in the last ten minutes... and he's still irritated by it.

See... Digger has that YZF purrin' boys. She is pure evil. As has been documented elsewhere... in contrast, I have been neglecting the Black King. Mostly the King was just sufferin' from a lack of attention. Over the last couple weeks... I remedied that.

Anyway... me and ol' digger decided to take 'em out for a ride saturday... and even though the King was runnin' a lot better I knew he was no match for Digger's bike. The tall gears may have made the difference on a huge straight away... but anything less than a mile and Digger would take me... unless....

We pulled out of the neighborhood and matriculated down Compton rd to the stop light. Uneventful... except... I was payin' attention.. and I had noticed that once we stopped, Digger didn't down shift. His front wheel was about a foot in front of mine.. but I knew if he didn't drop a couple... and I cought him off guard, I would dust him in a rather humiliating fashion.

So I listened.... and I watched.

no clicks. no downshifts.

Lights of the crossing street are yellow now. Has he noticed me watching them? still no down shift. GREEN MEANS GO!

I slammed the throttle wide-ass open and the King screamed. It didn't take Digger long to realize what was wrong... but it was way to late. All the power in the world won't save you from that mistake. I knew he'd be coming so at about 65 I let off the throttle.. and sat up in the saddle in my standard one-handed way-to-relaxed riding position. It would've been so unsatisfying for Digger to blow by me at that point that he just rode up and looked at me.

I know it bothered him... cause he was still bitching about it 2 hours later.

Even though he knows the rodes down there like the back of his hand... and he dusted me completely several times... I always got the feeling it was unsatisfying for him... probably because exept for that one time, I never really punched her. Hey... what's fun about running off from someone who ain't trying?

The old sayin' is Old age and treachery beats youth and skill. Well... I says..

What about youth and treachery?

Peace

The party line is clear. From the Elephant... and from the Ass... Islam is a religion of peace. Dear Leader states that it's a great religion, hijacked by fanatics. Global Jihad is not global. Its just a few nut jobs.

Strange. Its starting to look global ain't it?

What started in Paris has now spread to over 300 towns and is showing little sign of slowing. Cities burn... and old man is beaten to death... Just look away folks. Its a religion of peace. Moslem slums like the ones in Paris exist in every country in Europe. Even Jolly ol' England. This may not spread, but it would be foolish to simply assume that it will not.

What then if it does?

What if the europeans respond in a way similar to what they did in the past? That is to say... what happens when millions of dead moslems start showing up? If the big war is declared... who's side to we fall on? And is America exempt? Historically, these things start in one place, and if they gain enough steam, cause revolution all over the world. It happened as recently as 110 years ago.

Obviously moslems aren't going to rise up and start burning things in America... but the poor in the slums might. Hey... if it worked in Paris... it may work here.

The alarmist in me has been wanting to type this up for some time, but I decided to hold off until I saw real evidence of spreading... and I am still calling it a bit early. Hey... ya don't come here for the standard fare right?

Everything breaks. All it takes is time and pressure. It appears we have plenty of both right now. I find myself looking around... wondering if X is going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. This particular X seems to be the best bet so far... though I was really suprised when SCOTUS shot down an awesome second amendment case last year. I admit, I thought we were going to war for about 2 weeks.

Alas... the far right let me down again.

Just keep your eyes open folks. Things are hairy in europe right now... and that means things might get hairy here in a hurry. Doesn't always happen... but it does sometimes.

DrWho's New Escort






















I took her to the gun shop Saturday and she fondled every gun in the place. I lobbied hard for the 24-7.... or the XD... or even a Glock... but alas... she picked up the Millinium and said, "OO! I like this!" It sites in instantly... it's comfy in her hands... and as she said... it just feels right. It's a well made, reliable weapon. 10+1 of .40s&w. Who am I to argue?

And this of course also means that the next gun is for me.

Muwahahahahaha

Boo

Look who's back.

Wow... damn am I havin' a good time. DrWho and I feel like we've been gone a month, even though its really been less than two weeks. We've seen the better part of 3 states, and when I say seen I don't mean driven through. I mean toured, explored, enjoyed, and played in, and considered. I've riddin' both motorcycles and horses in the last few days... seen cotton and pecans harvested... and that's pronounced pee-can you yankee bastards.

We've seen everything from mini-farms with geo-thermal houses, to pecan farms with mcmansions... and we ain't done yet. We were lookin' at lake houses in Bama... and weighing the benefits of livin' in a county that basicly requires an act of God Himself to raise taxes. I'm not 100% sure but I think the county code mentions something about creeks running with blood before the tax hike... well... if not before... certainly after.

I'd love to write about all the goins' on in the world... but honestly I don't know. I haven't seen a television in almost 2 weeks... I haven't blogged... and until lastnight... horror of horrors... I hadn't even read the drudge report. I am totally clueless.

Well... I am aware of the horde of angry muslim teens currently destroying Paris...

HAPPY DANCE! HAPPY DANCE!

Ok.. I'm better now.

I ain't got a lot of time... but I do have a lot of stories kids... so check back later on. I'll be back in the saddle consistantly come monday. No promises until then. For those keeping score, Huntsville is the clear frontrunner right now.. but we're looking at Dickson Tennessee today, so the dark horse is yet kick. We'll see how it goes. We'd love to end up so close to Nashville. If for no other reason, for the sheer joy of relegating JAC to "Bad Son" status.

Did I mention Jeb's havin' a Chucky Cheese Birthday Party tomarrow night???

Thank God they serve beer in that place...

JACIII was here

***Edited by SiteOwner***

In the future if you hijack someone's blog, at least have the common decency to use the standard posting format.

bitch.

Happy Halloween!




















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Project 870

While I am embarassed to admit that I have an off-brand shotgun, I wanted to share my latest project with y'all. I know I know... I wanted a Winchester Defender too... but this is what my

father-in-law gave me so this is what I'm rolling with. Don't get me wrong now... I love this gun. Its as solid as the day is long. If there is a more reliable piece of equipment than an industry standard pump shotgun I don't know what it is. I will go one step further and state that for close quarters combat there are few things more effective than a short-barrelled shotgun. Suffice it to say that between this and my .40 I sleep pretty well at night.





So if I'm so happy, what's Project 870 about? Well lets face it... the weapon needs some modifications. First off I'm gonna start with a pistol grip and fore-stock. I'm gonna add an extended mag tube with a flashlight mount... new sites... and maybe one of those folding stocks... I'm undecided on the stock at this point... I'm leaning towards a plain old pistol grip.

In the end Project 870 should add some serious cool factor to the ol' pump, not to mention practical combat efficiency.

Slippery Slopes

We who see slippery slopes everywhere take our fair share of crap for it. When we're right though, we're right. So... when I read that the Shoot-to-Kill policy over at Scotland Yard had been expanded to include such dreadful offenses as stalking and domestic violence... well... I figured it needed some attention.


But never you mind that patriot act. You can trust the government. After all... its not like the Republicans are out there appointing nutcase gun-grabbers to leadership positions in the Justice Department or anything... oh... wait...

Snowballs in Hell

Since the Good King Dubya couldn't be counted on to do it, it looks like its up to a few senators to propose an end to the federal income tax. Of course its never gonna happen, as the federal government is not going to give up its number one way to keep tabs on its citizens.

But hey...having half of your yearly income stolen from you before you ever even see it... that doesn't qualify as servitude does it Wilma?

Haloscan...

Comments are working again... Stupid... stupid beta features.

Thanks Bane.

Bush the Gun Grabber

It appears the Mr Paul McNulty, US Attourney for the eastern district of Virginia, has been appointed by ol' Dubya to the number two position in the Justice Department... that's Deputy Attourney General for those of you who left your decoder rings at home.

How about I offer some quotes from Mr McNulty:

The federal Violent Crime Impact Teams are led by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives agents."

"U.S. Attorney Paul J. McNulty said the bureau's technical resources will allow the new teams to focus on stopping the flow of guns to criminals here."

"He said gun shows, which he noted are held as often as every six to eight weeks, will be a particular focus of the teams."

"Richmond's efforts to seize illegal guns, before they are used in crimes*, have so far this year netted 667 weapons..."

* Emphasis added

First of all any appointment of any bureacrat from eastern virginia or eastern maryland should be met with the utmost skepticism by gun rights activists. These people are the lowest of the low. Slimeballs in Illinois look at DC and its neighbors as heros. They lay awake at night dreaming to be one day be Grand Goose-Stepping Gun Grabbers on that level. Californians aspire to such hights.

The appointment of a man who's made his living as HandGun Control's bitch sends a clear message.

Democrats and Republicans are the same.

Loyalty

Ya know... every so often I come across a little comment... or a blog that expresses such clear-cut blind loyalty that I start to miss those days... those days back when I was a Republican dammit.

No one said being brilliant was easy. Hey... it's lonely at the top people.

I say the top because that's the only way to describe it. I mean... when one looks down on everyone else... where else can they be?

Those starry-eyed fans of the Red Team... GO ELEPHANTS! They shout with such enthusiasm... and like any good fan... they make excuses and rationalize every stupid thing that their team's players do... while they crusify the players of their rivals for the slightest transgressions.

Bill Clinton was evil because he played politics with welfare reform... but Dubya is a genius for playing politics with education reform.

See how that works?

Oh but... those were the days weren't they? Back when we could all laugh and skewer the stupid liberals for being so... stupid. We were right... they were wrong... that's was that.

And what do we trade that for? We trade it for the cold hard uncomfortable truth. There is no us and them. There was always only them. Those of us who dared to dream of not just growing the government more slowly... but actually shrinking it... we were, and are, the few.

The Elephants fans love Reagan... but its funny... it was a realistic evaluation of Reagan's performance that was the first chink in my Republican Team Armour. For all his talk... can you name a single agency he closed? What did he do? Oh? A tax cut you say? Sure... there was a tax cut... one that liberals to this day say was so insanely ginormous that it nearly bankrupted the government.

In fact it amounted to basicly squat. The average american tax payer barely noticed it, and it didn't cause even the slightest government belt tightening.

See that? That's a what we accomplished writers* call a segway. Into what you say?

This here says I. The Elephant team loves to tell you how logical they are. So... let's talk about the average elephant view. In today's terms, if you talk to Mr Normal Republican who favors "limited" government you'll find that they measure "limited" government in terms of tax cuts. Government gets less money... government spends less money... government is therefore limited.

Got it?

At this point I'm hoping you know exactly where I'm going with this... because if ya don't... well... ya just need help... but don't worry... it's on the way.

See... the other Republican Maxim is that tax cuts actually increase revenue for the government. That, which is demonstrably true by the way, sort of shoots their description of limited government view tax cut right out of the water doesn't it?

Its about as daft as tryin' to put out a fire by pourin' gasoline on it. And that is leaving out the fact that the govenrment doesn't need tax money to spend, as it's more than willing to enthusiasticly go about printing gazillions from thin air.

The plain truth is... the Republicans do not, have not, and will not ever govern significantly differently than the democrats. The system will not allow it. It's equally as daft to assume the constitution boys or the libertarians will fail in exactly the same way for exactly the same reason.

That's why I've washed my hands of the whole affair. I have no loyalties but to God, my Family, and my Friends. I offer no loyalty to the abomination that is Amerika, as it offers me nothing but servitude in return.

A pox on it. A pox on all those who love it.

There are those who say it is only the liberals who hate Amerika. I say to them, anyone who doesn't hate what Amerika has become, cannot possibly be a conservative.

May it burn.

* It is the opinion of the author any blog that inspires women he's never met to email naked and naughty pictures of themselves is unquestionably an accomplishment.

Ugh...

Ok... So I've been suckin' hind teet for a few weeks now. I just ain't got the time right now boys. I'm sorry... I love to blog... and I appreciate the hell outta you folks takin' the time to drop by... but.... unlike some other folks ya find around the ol' blogosphere... I actually have a life, and a pretty busy one.

Normally its no big deal at all to blog 4 or 5 times a day... but lately we've been cramin' to try get ready for all the interviews that are coming up... I don't even know how many there are total know... I just know that there are multiple interviews in Georgia, Alabama, and Tennessee that all need to get done in the course of a scant two weeks.

This has been a legistical nitemare... one that Julie's been bustin her ass to keep straight.. but it seems like everytime we get a plan nailed down, another group calls wanting to interview her... Granted... its a nice problem to have... but damn.

If you're keeping score... the list currently looks like this (Top four favorite prospects)

1. Huntsville Alabama. Holy Cow does this look sweet. Great Job. Great Location. Perfection.

2. Cullman Alabama. Insane Pay and 12 weeks vacation per year. That's practicly part time man... you could take a whole season off! Plus it's straight down 65 from Nastyville. This was the previous number 1 before Huntsville popped up.

3. Perry Georgia. The South kids. The real south. I think Perry is something like an hour or so from the Gulf. These guys have their crap together better than anyone else so far. They are making it very very clear that they dig Julie and want her to come down there. Everyone's been enthusiastic, but not as much as these folks have. They've sent us packages of this and that.. and they call every couple days with updates or just to check on everything. It's a great job all around... the only trouble is its also the furthest away from our family.

4. Dickson Tennessee. If we knew this was a legit offer it'd be further up the list, but they've been kinda non-commital about a position actually being open or not. Makes us pretty skeptical.

Basiclly if Huntsville or Cullman either one knocks it outta the park we'll be making a decision pretty quick.

Anyway... We're gone for a couple weeks. I'll be around... bloggin' from our Road HQ in Murfreesboro.

Farmer Tom... I hope you're still holdin' that girl o' yours. Y'all are still in our prayers.

What's This?

What do y'all make of this? All talk? or a signficant step in the right direction? Is this a sea-change?

Prayers For Farmer Tom

If you would, please say a prayer for Farmer Tom's wife and her family. Her older brother was killed in a harvesting accident last night.

I suck at this stuff... so I'm gonna just leave it at that. God Bless Farmer Tom... You take care of that little woman now... ya hear?

More Black Stupidity

Some time ago I pointed out that the black reaction to any perceived racism is, in the hands of anyone with half a brain, a wonderfully effective weapon to use against them.

Looks like its happened again.

What could be more predictable? A Nazi group announces that its going to have a parade... blacks riot in response. The Nazi's don't even have to bother showing up. The blacks riot... dozens are arrested... countless innocents are hurt in the stupidity run wild...

I'm left to laugh and wonder if they'll ever learn.

Of course they won't... its just further evidence of the seething rage that boils barely below the surface in practically every urban environment in the country... rage that's fed by Jackasses and self-proclaimed black leaders.

I'm reminded of what Ice-cube said...

"Whites in America should be glad that blacks are talking about this stuff. Cause you know what happens when we stop talking."

See? That's a threat right there. A threat that would only be made by someone who has no historical knowledge of past confrontations between the relevant civilizations. Remeber all those history books about Europe being colonized by Africans?

Ya don't?

Ya know why?

Because spears don't work well against guns.

Oh dear... someone's gonna say I hate black people now.

I really don't... not in the least... I've just seen the anger. I know the rage. I know there is a confrontation coming, and when it comes, I know what side I'm going to be on.

America is splintered right now... more splintered than she has ever been. There are groups... based on race... politics... and religion... that are pulling her in drasticly different directions. The polarization is palpable and real. There is no middle ground.

Middle ground on race?

Middle ground on abortion?

Middle ground on gun rights?

There is no such thing.

I have no idea which group is going to snap first... why... or how... or when... I just know that there this country is in for a bloody bloody period. There will be war which will center around Urban vs. Rural... though it will really be more Conservative vs. Liberal... White vs. Black... Commie vs. Capitalist.

Those on the one side are already huddled in the cities mostly... and on the other... in the country.

It may happen next year... or it may happen 40 years from now... or it may happen when I'm dead and gone. I can't say. What I can say... is that I will be prepared. I have a plan. I have the means. I have the will... and if the fight comes when I'm long dead... I will rest well, knowing that my grand children were also prepared.

Because dammit... I prepared them.

Always Two There Are

Creepy McCrypto... slips into something a little more comfortable.

Pure Gold
















I hate USC and all that is the deplorable PAC-10. Oddly enough, I cannot bring myself to hate Notre Dame. I love traditional college football to much to hate them. But USC... and the pathetic touch-football league that it plays in will get nothing but scorn from the Bloggerblaster.

ATF

Roll Tide!!!!

So... Consider this the Alabama edition of ATF. See... Julie got an interview in Huntsville for a gem of a job down there. So... as is our custom... we spent tonight surfing around looking info on the place.

We found a sweet little house ( yeah... 4000 square feet little) on the Tennessee river... with a 50 foot slip!!! YAR!!! After some searching around we also found a tactical firearms training center... that focuses on the AR's and 1911s, and a trap and sporting clays club!!!

HEAVEN SAYS I!

This would make me only about an hour and a half from the grandparents... which would relegate JAC to "The Bad Son" status. HA! Bonus!

Clearly I'm pretty stoked about this particular possibility.

But alas... ATF is about more than fanciful prospects... Its about... Drinkin'! And aparently eating Kangaroo... which JamieR says is really pretty good... though to me it sounds a lot like eatin' a bit rat. I've seen a damned wallaby... I didn't see no meat no where. Two evolutionary steps up from a cat if ya ask me.

Now where was I?

ummm.. Oh Yeah... Drinkin'!

Well Jamie's havin' wine... cause he's a pussy. We're drinkin' American... Southron... By God Whiskey up here... and by we I actually mean me. Cas stopped a couple hours ago... dog can't hold his liquor for dammit.

Anyway... I'm deep into the 1792 if ya can't tell... May smoke another Patargas later on tonight... Ya know... Lately I been debate on chew... I know... its nasty as hell... but I'm a redneck dammit.

Whatcha into?

Hope you got a Guiness tonight Space Bunny.

Its Here

I've been screaming at the top of my lungs about this for as long as the blog has existed. I haven't posted a "Buy Gold You Idiot" blurb in a while... but that's only because I assumed you all had become numb to it by now.

I sincerely hope you listen to me... because if you bought gold last christmas... you've made roughly 80 bucks per ounce... which ain't fricken bad. In fact.. that's somewhere near a 20 percent return. I can't imagine ya doin' better... particularly since in the same period, our 401K with The Huge Investment Company That Will Not Be Named (THICTWNBN) has not only lost money... it actually has less money that a savings account would have... Negative. Lost. We'd have more if we stuck it under our bed. Dig?

That ain't good.

Remember kids... Inflation is here. It's been here for a long long time, and now, its gotten so bad that the feds can't even lie about it anymore.

There are three things you need when bad times hit... Guns, Gold, and Whiskey.

Stockpile!