Sunday, August 20, 2017

The bottom of the septic tank

Yeah, one side is skinny jeans neo-nazis with a corner on the tiki torch market, and the other are laid off barista commies that worry their dreadlocks might be culturally insensitive and whether there is still space for another tribal tattoo at the small of their back. 






Yeah I don't tell this group of chuckleheads anything.  To tell either side anything is to climb down into the septic tank with them. 





Also. Avoid mobs.  You carry, but you don't wanna hafta

The only reason I generally dislike commies more is that there are still millions of them, while there are only thousands of nazis (the world killed a bunch 75 years ago.)

It all started with them dang Jacobins 250 years ago.  THEMS are the WORST.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Eclipse is a comin'!

I got my welders goggles, I am ready.

I didn't buy them, years ago, for welding.  I got them in case of finding myself in a post apocalyptic wasteland. 

MY BODY IS CHROME!



Also, they made great gifts, for $16, for nephews or nieces interested in Steam Punk stuffs.

They are German, so I can't tell what the lenses are rated.  I'm sure I will be ok.


Friday, August 18, 2017

Lawyer

Ok, so I found a lawyer that can get me a Maryland CCW.  A buddy that trains Marylanders in the mandatory CCW course knows someone that will get regular peeps that aren't carrying cash for work, or are threatened on the daily in documented form, the toter's permit.

100% success rate.

Only will cost me $3000.

Hmph.

Maybe hold off for now.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

NPR sez

On the radio yesterday the NPR talking head said the cops in Charlottesville were intimidated and scared to weigh in because a whole bunch of people on both sides looked like dangerous thugs and were open carrying AUTOMATIC weapons. 

No.

This tells us two things.  One, NPR people are morons on this stuff and don't know the difference between a Barrett and a Blunderbus.  And, TWO, gunnies are particular law abiding for some reason.  Down to the core.  Even if there is a shooting by an open carrier at some future rally-riot the fact there none at this one then despite folks wailing away at each other with baseball bats shows an incredible level of restraint baked into people that carry.  That is something.  Amazing.  Considering one side has black masks over the faces.  Masks are a total bad guy thing.  Gets my hackles up.  I avoid those types because I don't want to get on the news my ownself.   

That said, I worry if/when shots are fired at one of these.  That is not gonna help us.  Us normals folks. 

Back to automatic weapons.  What is it, maybe 2 people in a thousand have a brrrrrp gun?  So certainly a machine gun owner or two were present at that scrum.  But if you are that type of person that goes to a rally, and carry, I think you automatically (heh!) leave your machine gun at home.  Why?  YOU COULD LOSE IT!  You know how much them things cost?  Even the the cheap ones.  The cops would have gotten a wild hair and just detained everybody before that thing even kicked off.  Then bye bye expensive noise-fun.  Even if you are released in half an hour with no charges, good luck getting it back, ever.  That's a gun that cost more than cars.  Nice cars.  You don't bring your purty BBQ gun to a crowded political rally either.   You never know what might happen.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Washington Post

Advocates violence against those that, I dunno, aren't just like them?  Oh dear.

Harlem Gunnery

So, while relaxing last week I fell down a hard-boiled detective rabbit hole.  But one a little different.  Unusual for some white-boy find himself engrossed in.

Chester Himes' Harlem Detectives series. 

It's about 2 black detectives in Harlem in the 1950s.  And Himes can write.  It's not just genre fiction, read because it is good for the in group in the same way you eat you broccoli.  It's just good.  You know how I know it is good?  One way:  There are few white characters in the book.  You know how a white writer can have a single black character and it just feels... bad.  Wrong.  The dialect is all wrong.  Like a note off key.  Well, I realized a few books that Himes white characters just flow.  The note is in Harmony. 

But it's not just that example. 

And, I like the time capsule microcosm when I read 60 year old fiction of any sort, and this has it. 

As mentioned, the setting is Harlem.  But nothing in Chester Himes' online biographical sketch indicates he ever lived there.  Born in Missouri, lived in Cleveland, Columbus, and LA...  Later Europe.  I wonder if he made up those details without ever experiencing them.  At least experiencing them there, specifically. 

Anyway, the stories.  The protagonists are Coffin Ed and Gravedigger Jones.  Toughest plain clothesmen in Harlem.  And there is gun content. 

They have duplicate revolvers in their oil shoulder holsters.  Chrome plated long barreled .38s built on a .44 frame.  Custom.  Big and flashy so the crowd can better see them  when they take control of a scenet.  Big also for quick pistol whips.  They are described as purposely left with the one chamber empty so they won't go off during such clubbing work.  Which makes gunnies a little leery in fictional accounts, as that should hardly be necessary with modern revolvers and modern hammer block safeties.  Himes wasn't a policeman (quite the contrary) and certainly not in the weeds about firearm design like people that read this blog might be.  And it's a common enough fictional trope with revolvers. 

But there is one other scene in Cotton Comes to Harlem.  Where he describes a rifle is fine detail with a couple other nitpicks for me to mine for fodder.  (a non gun enthusiast getting the details wrong in a work of fiction?  T-Bolt must SPRING into pedantic action!)  More importantly, I am trying to figure out which model he refers to, after you get beyond the nitpicks.  Here is the passage:

"They had .303 automatic Savage rifles loaded with .190-point brass nosed shells, equipped with telescopic sights."


Now that .190 number is probably referring to a 190 grain projectile.  That's believable for a .30 caliber.  .303 round?  I dunno about that.  .308 maybe.  That would be available in the 50s.  But a semi-auto Savage in any .30 caliber chambering?  That should be easy to pinpoint, right?  I am guessing the gun in his head is prolly a Model 99 lever gun?  Dunno.  And I can't ask him.  He's been dead since the Reagan administration.

In reality I am just mildly bemused by flubs in gun minutiae like this.  If it weren't for the blog I would have already forgotten the gun flub. 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Oh crap

Now i have to blog something...

Uhhhhhh.

Buddy at work has a kid obscessed with Call of Duty, and loves to categorize things to the littlest detail.  He asks his dad lots of questions, and dad is not a gunnie so I field some. 

His favoritest gun is the P90 and he calls it a bullpup.

But wait... hmmm, ya know... I guess that is a bullpup.  Threw me for a loop.  The magazine not being on the bottom, but, heck... the chamber is aft of the trigger.  By that definition, bullpup.

He wanted to know why the US didn't ever mess with them.  I said we did, but gave it up as bad juju.

I need to get him to document all this in an excel spreadsheet and drift over to ammunition next.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Old Timey Songs




I know this next one because it was an oldie when Van Johnson sang it in Battleground. Mark Twain liked it.




Saturday, August 12, 2017

Nucular

I wish they still did above ground bomb tests.  I'd love to see one.



"But T-Bolt!  Isn't that super dangerous?!"

Nah.  Well, don't stand 100 yards from ground zero.  If you see a guy named Feynman, stand next to him. 

And I didn't say I wanted to see ALL of them.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Running out of blog post ideas

Fine.  I'll say it.  I have never like James Cagney's performances.  In anything.  I thought him overrated as an actor.  There, I said it.


Never big on Spencer Tracy or Laurence Olivier.  Just left me cold.  But Meryl Streep is the worst of all.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Let's say....

Let's say the Maryland gun ban is heard at the Supreme Court (I am not optimistic it will get cert).  And let's say it is overturned root and branch (unlikely).

What gun should I get?

Another M1A or AR15 is kinda boring.  Ho hum.

Now a Calico or Tec-9 or Skorpion is interesting, in that they've been on the ban list for decades!

There is only one problem.  After I bring a Calico or Tec-9 or Skorpion home, I then have a Calico or Tec-9 or Skorpion.

They really aren't all that practical.  After the thumb in the eye to Maryland Democrats it has served its purpose.  Here is the list, tho.

Monday, August 7, 2017

In some other timeline

I was a machinist.  I hope.

Maybe machining and repairing linotype machine parts like my great grandpa.