Saturday, December 16, 2017

More on Dwell Time

Remember earlier this week, we talked about dwell time, that fact of physics that combines momentum, recoil, bullet speed and barrel time to affect the way a firearm shoots a particular bullet?

Yeah, dwell time.

The firearm in that example was a new, Uberti Cattleman in .357 magnum that sowed a tendency to shoot 180 grain hardcast handloads a bit high; about 3 inches at 15 yards.

Today, we used the exact same handgun, but we tried 125 grain Winchester fodder.

It's throwing those a little bit low, which tends to support the dwell time  experience I've had for most of my gunning career.

I'm betting that 158 grain magnum ammo would shoot close to the point of aim. 

Friday, December 15, 2017


Nothing much to report today.  So, I'll answer questions about the building  that are in comments.

 USCitizen said...
Is an epoxy seal floor coating a part of the plan? That would give it some sparkle!
I've never seen an epoxy coating hold up.  My brother-in-law, for example, paid good contractors to have it applied on a patio.  Two years later, it looks horrible.  I think I'll pass on that.  Clean concrete is a wonderful flooring.

 Jonathan H said...  
When/ how are you going to run the electric? Are you going to run water too?
The electrical is coming quick, probably in a week or so.  When I got home this afternoon, I found my sons in the yard, looking at the building, so we took a few minutes to talk about those very things.  This week is going to be a busy one for everybody, with Christmas coming and all, but I want the lights installed the week after Christmas. The boys and I can do that, but the local code inspector will have to sign-off on the electrical job before the utility company will hook me to the grid. 

But, both of my boys are competent electricians, and both of them have been through this drill in the past year.  The're very good at it.  And, PawPaw hisself knows his way round a breaker-box.  I've been installing home improvement circuits all my life.  I know how to read a volt meter and I know how to install a good ground.  In a metal building, a good ground is very important.  We have lights and outlets covered.

Water you ask?  That's not covered in the permits.   The less said about that until the inspectors are through with the building, the better.  However, I note, just in passing, that there is a water line and a sewer line passing close to the building.  I'm just sayin'.

Thursday, December 14, 2017


I went home on my break, and saw that the builder had completed the roof and hanged the roll-up door.  His portion is complete.  I was walking around inside, taking pictures and my very first visitor came through the door.

That's my buddy Termite.  He's just in from offshore and brought me a quart of very fresh Gulf oysters.  And, we wandered around the building.  Very shortly thereafter, the builder showed up.  I had told him that I'd be hone about 3:30 with a big check in my pocket.  I paid him off, and he said that he was headed for the deer camp.

Belle rolled up within minutes, and we surveyed the building, then I had to go back to work.    I put the oysters in the 'fridge, gave Belle her kiss, and headed toward the school-house.  If I know my gal, she'll have the crackers and horse-radish out shortly, getting in to the oysters.  No one likes fresh oysters better than my Belle.

If you're in the central Louisiana area and need a metal building, call Jesse Wiggins at 318-449-9666.  He'll do a good job for you, and has the PawPaw seal of approval.

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

First Look

In 2004, Belle and I bought this place.  It came with a spare lot, which we though would be just perfect for a shop/party area/entertaining spot.  In 2014 we took up Cowboy Fast Draw and wanted out own indoor range where we could host shoots, and have club activities without worrying about the weather.

Dreams do come true, and the building is coming up.

Dreams do come true.  In God's time.

.357 Magnum, Heavy Bullets, Dwell Time

The .357 Smith and Wesson Magnum is one of the more interesting cartridges I've ever encountered.  A shooter can go from mild to wild in the caliber, shooting everything from mild wadcutter target loads to full-house magnum loads, and do it in the same cylinder of cartridges if he wants to.

Back in my early law enforcement days, the revolver was king, and the .357 magnum ruled the roost.  And, we noticed something.  That fixed-sight revolvers were generally regulated for a standard 158 grain bullet traveling about 1200 fps.  When we changed to the 125 grain hollowpoint, the revolver tended to shoot low.  On a man-sized silhouette, shots aimed at the chest would tend to hit about the belt buckle, depending on the range.  We finally realized that what we were seeing we defined as "dwell time".  Those little 125 grain bullets were screaming, at over 1400 fps and while the little bullets had less momentum recoil, they were a lot faster, so the barrel of the gun tended to rise less while the bullet was actually in the barrel.  Hence, they shot low.

The converse was also true.  Heavy cast bullet loads tended to shoot higher.  If you had a 180 grain bullet traveling close to 1200 fps, the gun had more recoil due to the heavier bullet and the barrel rose more while the bullet was traveling down the barrel, so the revolver tended to print the bullets higher on the target.  Dwell time.  Pure physics.  While the bullet is in the barrel, the barrel is rising, and the bullet goes higher.

Those of us with adjustable sights simply adjusted the sights.  Those with fixed sights either found a load the printed to the point of aim, or made adjustments based on their knowledge of the gun.  Either way, you had to hit what you aimed at.

Several years ago, I stumbled on a heavy 180 grain load that used L'il Gun powder.  I talk about it here.  It's a recoil hoss.  My son tried it in his Uberti Cattleman, and reported that it shoots a bit high.  I cogitated on it, not realizing what I was seeing, and told him I'd think about it.    Today, it hit me like a ton of bricks.  Dwell time.  I happen to have a box of factory 125 grain fodder, which generally shoots low in a standard .357 magnum.  Lighter bullet, faster travel, less dwell time.

He's coming up this weekend, and I told him to bring the Uberti.  Maybe we'll get a chance to do some shooting.

Jones Wins

It looks like Doug Jones beat Roy Moore in the Alabama Senate race.  It is instructive to look at the results and study the numbers.

Jones did better with women, black, and young voters.   With all the talk of sex scandals, it's no surprise that Jones bested Moore with women and young voters.  The groping/harassment scandals make a lot of waves in an election and we see this here.  What we also see is that black voters cast ballots almost in a block.  This is nothing new, but if Republicans want to do better in tight races, they've got to reach out to black voters.

Here we see the vote broken down by race.  It's the same story as the table above, and it tells the tale of who voted in this race.  This reminds me of the last Louisiana governor election.  It came down to the Democrat, John Bel Edwards, and the Republican, David Vitter.  I would not vote for Edwards, as I believed that he was wrong for Louisiana.  I could not vote for Vitter because when elected to the US Senate, he ran on a family values platform and was immediately embroiled in a prostitution scandal.  So, I sat it out. 

The Democrat won, and the Democrats chortled over the win, but the fact of the matter was that Vitter was a piss-poor candidate.  Edwards, being the Democrat that he is, is trying to flush the state down the budget hole.  Taxes are up, spending is up, and the state is in a perpetual budget crisis.  Hopefully, the Republicans will field a better candidate next time.

Alabama will get a do-over in six years.  Hopefully, the Republicans will field a better candidate.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Some Good News

Some Good News for a change.  The American economy is booming.

CAIR? Who Cares?

In minor, amusing news, it seems that the head poo-bah of CAIR, a group that worships a pedophile prophet, is moaning about Trump recognizing Jerusalem as the capital of Israel. 
 Nihad Awad, executive director and founder of the Council on American-Islamic Relations (CAIR), argued that President Trump is “empowering Christian religious extremism in the United States” by announcing his intention to move the U.S. Embassy in Tel Aviv to Jerusalem.
To my mind, it's a no-brainer.  Jerusalem was the capital of Israel for several millennia before the Arab occupation of 637.  The Israelis took it back in 1967.  I wouldn't blame the Jews at all if they tore down the mosque and re-established their Temple. 

I don't have much sympathy for CAIR.

Conservative Woke

I've seen this "woke" thing bandied about, and evidently, if you read the Huffington Post regularly, you are "woke".

If you are conservative and you understand that when you vote conservative, the other side considers you a hateful, racist, misogynistic, LGBTQWTF baiting, NRA card-toting, spiteful ignoramus, then you become Conservative Woke.
And when you’re conservative woke, you’re ready to deploy the most powerful non-bullet firing weapon in your liberty-loving arsenal – your devastating capability not to give a damn what the liberals and their Conservative, Inc., cruise-shilling Benedict Arnold buddies say.
If I don't care what they think about me, they got nothing.  And frankly, that's where I am at this point in my life.  Frankly, I don't care what they think about me.    I'm no longer afraid of being called a racist, because I know it's not true, Their taunts are meaningless.  Whether it is free health-care, or immigration, or voting fraud, or tax reform, or any other liberal knee-jerk topic, I really don't care what they think.  They've lost their power.

I've argued with friends and acquaintances who think that we should be more liberal, and I've shown them where their arguments fall apart.  It's all a pipe dream, designed to keep the liberal icons in power.  That's what it is about. Power, and I refuse to give them any power over me.

Their arguments don't make any sense and their taunts are meaningless.

Upddate** I sense a movement starting.  John Hawkins, over at Townhall, talks about this very thing.
There are always people in D.C. who think they have a better idea of what to do with my life and my money than I do. I don’t need any “help” from the government and I’m not okay with the government using my money to help people who should be helping themselves. When I want to give to charity, tithe to my church or buy Christmas gifts for a poor family, I do it. We may all have to pool our money to pay for street signs, the police and the military, but I don’t see any reason my money should go to people on welfare for years, the families of anchor babies or scammers doing Crossfit right before the government hands them a disability check for their “intolerable” pain. Go work for a living like the rest of us.
Go, as they say, and read the whole thing. 

Monday, December 11, 2017

10 Things

I'm glad I don't date anymore.  I've been happily married for a long time, and while I take my gal on dates, it certainly can't be considered a "first date".  But, Insty leads me to an article on 10 things every intersectional feminist should ask on a first date.

It deserves a good fisking, sho here goes:

1. Do you believe that Black Lives Matter?  Yeah, like I believe that white lives matter.

2. What are your thoughts on gender and sexual orientation?  There are two genders.  That is simple biology.  Sexual orientation is more complex.  Just so we're clear, can I see your boobs?

3. How do you work to dismantle sexism and misogyny in your life?    Are you going to pick up the tab?  Or do you intend to perpetuate societal conventions?

4. What are your thoughts on sex work?  I had to give it up when I turned 40.

5. Are you a supporter of the BDS movement?  No, President Bush has been gone a long time.  (to the waiter)  Check, please!

6. What is your understanding of settler colonialism and indigenous rights?  Most of that happened locally, long before I was born.  However, the indig folks nearby seem to be doing well with the casinos.   Do you prefer blackjack, or craps?

7. Do you think capitalism is exploitative?  Not nearly as exploitative as socialism.  Have you noticed any toilet paper shortages around here? 

8. Can any human be illegal?  Oh, yeah!  If you don't believe that, walk over near the waiters station and holler "Immigration Enforcement" and see how long it takes us to get our drink order.  We'll be in here on Wednesday morning, waiting for them to hire new staff.

9. Do you support Muslim Americans and non-Muslim people from Islamic countries?  No, I'd prefer that they support themselves.  I'm tired of paying taxes to support people who come over here and won't work to make a living.

10. Does your allyship include disabled folks?  Hell, some of my best friends are disabled folks. 

Do people actually talk like this on a first date?  But, my answers to the first three would probably have her running for the door.

The Death of Daniel Shaver

The trial is over, so we can talk about this.  The Wiki article is here and I'll excerpt from it to save a lot of typing.  It is important to remember that the Vegas shooting happened after this incident, while this incident was percolating through the courts.    Bit, the background goes something like this:
According to a police report, Daniel Leetin Shaver (December 29, 1989 – January 18, 2016), a pest-control worker and resident of Granbury, Texas, had been staying at a Mesa La Quinta Inn & Suites on business. He invited two acquaintances to his room for drinks. There he showed them a scoped air rifle he was using to exterminate birds inside grocery stores. At one point the gun was pointed outside his hotel window, prompting a witness to notify the front desk; the police were immediately called. Upon arrival, police gave Shaver and his acquaintances detailed orders for several minutes, with frequent admonitions that failing to comply with them would get them shot. Eventually, Shaver was ordered to crawl on the floor towards them. While complying with their request, Shaver, who was intoxicated and could be heard sobbing, begging officers, "Please don't shoot," brought his hands toward his waist. Brailsford yelled at Shaver that if Shaver did anything whatsoever that deviated from his instructions he would shoot him and he probably wouldn't survive. The officer told Shaver to put his hands up in the air and not to bring them down for any reason. A few seconds later, the officer ordered Shaver to crawl towards him, to which Shaver complied. Shaver then reached his right hand back towards his waistband, at which point Brailsford can be heard yelling "Don't!" while simultaneously opening fire with his AR-15 rifle, striking Shaver five times and killing him almost instantly. Shaver was unarmed.
The body camera footage is disturbing.  Watch it if you must but be forewarned.  It's graphic and a main dies.  At trail, Officer Brailsford was acquitted of all charges, but has to live with the fact that the took a man's life. 

I've been a police officer for over 35 years, and it has long been my practice to refrain from second-guessing other police officers.  If you weren't there, you don't understand the dynamic of what might happen at any given time.  Lots of people are second-guessing the scenario and that is dangerous.    But, we can learn from other people's misfortune, and while Shaver's death is regrettable, it may in the end, save lives.  You can bet that police academies all over the country are watching the video, trying to learn lessons that can be applied.

I often tell people that my main job is to be the adult in the room.  When folks call the police, they're either scared, or hurt, or in some sort of emotional distress.  It's our job to provide a calming influence, to defuse a crisis, to take control of the situation.  Our job is sometimes dangerous, but we have to be in control of ourselves before we can hope to control anyone else, much less to control what might be a lethal encounter. 

As I watched the video, it seemed to me that everyone was scared.  And, it's okay to be scared in a lethal force encounter.  But, we have to overcome the fear, take a breath and become heroic, which is simply doing your job when you are scared spitless.  In my career, I've been involved in two lethal force encounters.  Luckily, my partner and I had each other's backs and we got through it with no one being harmed.  And, in my career, I've buried two good friends and a small number of acquaintances who did not survive lethal force encounters.    I know how quickly these things can go wrong, horribly, irretrievably wrong.  Yet, we studied these encounters and learned from them.  In the end, they saved lives.

So, in the end, the death of Daniel Shaver, as regrettable as it is, will save lives.    This may be small comfort, but it is the best we can do.

Sunday, December 10, 2017

Small Town Christmas

Belle and I took a couple of the grandids to the Buckeye Christmas parade this afternoon.  A small-town parade, we had the high school marching band, we had horses and old cars and floats and a fire truck.

I have a grandson, Zach, in that band somewhere.  He plays the trombone.  I never did get a clear shot at him.

But, the floats were nice, the Shiners had their little go-cart trucks, and the candy thrown to the kids was excessive.  Our youngest, Lucas, managed to score the bigger portion of a Wal-Mart bag full of candy and gee-dunk.  After the parade, we took him to his momma, who was amazed at the amount of tooth-rot he was bringing in the house.  He'll be on a sugar high for a week.

Small town Christmas parades.  I love 'em..

Saturday, December 09, 2017

Army-Navy Game

Today, the Black Knights of the USMA will face off against the Midshipmen of USNA.


That is all.

Friday, December 08, 2017

Rye? Why Not?

Casting about on the liquor aisle, I wanted something different, unlike my usual bottom-shelf gut-rot bourbon.  I'm a bourbon drinker and consider even the gut-rot to be better than most Canadian whiskeys.  I'm not a snob, but I know what I like.  I was looking for Buffalo Trace, which I've heard good things about, but the store didn't carry it.  Then, I spotted this.

Why the hell not?  Knob Creek makes good bourbon, so why not rye?  I bought the bottle and tok it home, and I'll get into it this weekend.  Maybe when the boys are over on Sunday. 

I divide my whiskey's into two major groups.  Those that get mixed with cola, and those that don't.  Knob Creek doesn't get mixed with anything.  It's just fine neat, and over ice.  I looked for reviews on this rye whiskey, and Men's Journal gives it high marks.  We'll see.

The Weather

Mark D says in comments:
Those of us from the Northern states get quite a kick out of it when Southerners shut down over an amount of snow which wouldn't be a valid excuse to be late to work up here.
Then again, we freak out over 60 mph winds......
Heh!  I recall when I was a shavetail Lieutenant at Fort Knox.  Middle of January, 1977.  My platoon sergeant mentioned one afternoon that it looked like it might snow.  I had grown up in the Deep South and had only seen snow infrequently.  Sure enough, the next morning there was snow on the ground.  I called the company to see what's up?

The First Sergeant answered the phone.  "Get your ass in here, Lieutenant.   The Army is working today."

And, we worked every day that it snowed.  Shortly thereafter I bought a used Volkswagen Beetle off the PX parking lot for $500.00.  That thing was great in the snow and ice.  And, it was so cheap that I wasn't worried if I slid into something.  Two years later I sold it for the same $500.

So, yeah, Mark, we have different weather traumas in different areas of the country.  If it snows in the Deep South, almost everything shuts down until folks can catch their breath and take stock of the situation.


UPDATE:  At 6:00 a.m., the superintendent finally decided that schools should be closed today.  Good call.  Folks in Louisiana simply are not prepared to deal with snow.  It's not a skill set that we have ever adopted.  When it snows, we shut down.

The weather channel is reporting thunder snow in Baton Rouge and I know that my daughter-in-law, a Florida native, is thrilled.  The weather channel is reporting that this is the first year they can remember, where Corpus Christi got show before Boston.

It's snowing in central Louisiana on the morning of December 8th.

Yeah, really.

No word yet on whether school will be closed today.  In another half-hour, I'll pull on my boots.

Thursday, December 07, 2017

More on Comey's Disgrace

Remember the post from yesterday?  I'm not the only one who has noticed.

From Townhall.
Add this infamy to all the other crimes of the liberal establishment – its poisonous influence has converted the Federal Bureau of Investigation, in the eyes of the American people, from a proud institution dedicated to upholding the law into just another suppurating bureaucratic pustule. Where once we saw FBI agents as heroes – many of us ancients grew up watching Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., every Sunday night – now we see careerist hacks looking to suck-up to the Democrat elite while bending the law and subverting justice to do it. Truly, everything liberals touch dies.
It's a hellluva note, but I have a topic label entitled Comey's Disgrace.

So.... If....

Big Al Franken says that he is going to resign in a couple of weeks.  Yeah, okay.

So, if Roy Moore wins the Alabama race, is Franken going to walk-back his resignation?

This whole thing is getting curiouser and curiouser. 

I know that folks I'm talking to are mildly amused by this whole shenanigan, and that the #MeToo movement has claimed some high-profile victims, but lots of folks are getting tired of all the 10, 20, 30 year old claims.  As amusing as it is, it's starting to get tedious.

Thursday's Thoughts

If I'm reading the weather map correctly, it's snowing in Dallas.  Locally, we're expecting a wintry mix tonight,whatever that means.

In the early morning, the bets are running about even as to whether or not Fanken will resign or hang on.  It'll be interesting to watch, whatever the outcome.

In CFDA news, an early morning email from the commish, talks about holster angle and how we are going to interpret the rules on that.  Last year, at Louisiana State, we had a very experienced holster maker at the equipment-check table looking at holster angle.  From what I'm reading in the email attachment, I'll probably have to buy an angle gauge to have on-hand this year for the competition.

Louisiana is the second titled championship of the competition season.  I'll have to watch closely how Texas State handles the new rule changes.

The motto of the CFDA is Safety, Fun, Competition.  We list competition third in the motto for a specific reason.    I understand that we have to have rules.  But, if we're not having fun, then what's the point?  Still, there are enough people concerned about holster angle that the Commish feels a need to address it.

Wednesday, December 06, 2017


Wow!  From Instapundit
“People are finally tumbling to the realization that this [FBI] has become a proto-KGB,” said a former senior intelligence official with extensive experience in counterintelligence. “We’re in a constitutional crisis. These guys are playing out a silent coup against an elected official.”
There was a time during my early career (mid '80s) when I worked closely with a local FBI agent on a couple of cases where we shared an interest.   He was a great cop, highly principled, and as far as I could tell, totally un-political.  He was able to get things done on the federal side and I was able to get things done on the local side, and our relationship was a relentless pursuit of Truth, Justice, and the American Way.

Nowadays, not so much.  I would like to believe that there are still good agents in the FBI who relentlessly pursue justice, but the revelations of Comey, Muelller, et al, don't give me much confidence.  I have just about reached the conclusion that if an FBI agent ever approaches me for anything, I am simply going to invoke my right to remain silent.

Wednesday Just Wow!

“It’s time for him to step aside." -- Sen. Patty Murray on Franken.
"Sexual harassment and misconduct should not be allowed by anyone and should not occur anywhere. I believe the best thing for Senator Franken to do is step down". — Kamala Harris (@SenKamalaHarris) December 6, 2017
"Al Franken should resign".— Claire McCaskill (@clairecmc) December 6, 2017
First time is bad luck.  Second time is coincidence.  Third time is enemy action.

More here:  It looks like the dice are rolling.
BREAKING: 6 Democratic senators have called on Sen. Franken to step aside:
• Sen. Gillibrand
• Sen. Hirono
• Sen. McCaskill
• Sen. Hassan
• Sen. Harris
• Sen. Murray
It's starting to get real for Franken.  I wonder how long he'll hold on?

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

Tuesday Scribblings

If you don't like the weather in Louisiana, just stick around.  This morning dawned overcast and muggy, at about 72F.  Around 10:00 the wind changed out of the south, to the west, and the the rain started.  Now, at near dusk, it's 50, and headed toward the 40s.  I'm glad I had a jacket in the truck.

Planning for Louisiana State continues apace.  The ladies want to do a banquet, which is an option at this sort of gathering.  I'm a rookie at planning this sort of thing, and I was doing it the hard way, trying to figure it out myself.  However, a co-worker acquaintance heard me bemoaning my fate and gave me some cogent advise.  "Go see Southern Creations."  So I did.

I got the literature and talked to a manager, and  then talked to some other folks who have used them for catering.  The personal reviews are very promising, so I guess that decision is made.  I'll hand the literature (menu choices) to Belle, because she's better at that sort of thing than I am.

I'll be back at work before long, the protracted day of the school-house cop.  Lots of pre-holiday events going on, and there's soccer.  There is always soccer.  And basketball.

On the political side, I see that Conyers resigned today.  The Dems want him out before Alabama votes next week.  I haven't checked the line in Vegas as to whether or not Franken will be pushed out. I figure that it's an even-money bet, because it's hard for the Dems to bitch about Moore, when Franken is still serving, and groping everyone in sight.

UPDATE**  In the paragraph above, I originally said that Cornyn had resigned.  A commenter caught the error and it has been corrected.  Representative John Conyers of Michigan has resigned.  I regret the error.

A Review?

It seems that the FBI did a review of background checks last year and found that 4000 people bought guns who should have been caught in the NICS background checks.
A USA TODAY review found that the FBI issued more than 4,000 requests last year for agents from the Bureau of Alcohol Tobacco Firearms and Explosives to retrieve guns from prohibited buyers.
Which leads to a number of troubling questions.  Not the least of those is the question; What review, and what records.  As I understand the statute, NICS background checks can only be kept for 24 hours.  So, how could USA TODAY possibly review records that are not supposed to exist?

I'm going to have to talk to my Congressman about this.

Monday, December 04, 2017

Monday Musings

Stopped by my breakfast restaurant to get a bite this morning.  A sausage biscuit is a buck.  A bacon biscuit costs $2.20.  Why the hell is that?

I haven't driven my truck much in the last five years.  I'm driving it today and on my lunch break, got a light sprinkle.  Windshield wipers just smeared the water.   Auto Zone was two blocks away, so I swing in to get new wiper blades.   I grabbed two Rain-X blades and headed toward the register.  Over $50.00 for two wiper blades??  I almost had a stroke.  But, it's supposed to rain tomorrow, so I'll be able to see, coming in to work.

When I was a tanker, we had this thing called the tanker's bar.  It was six feet long, with a pinch  point, and we used it to pry all manner of things.  It was listed on the tool receipt as a Bar, Pinch Point. Over the years I've had one thing or another that I could have applied a tanker's bar to, but just didn't have one.  Wandering through Harbor Freight today, I saw a big bar, labeled 17 lb Posthole Digging Bar with Tamper.  It ain't a tanker's bar, but it should serve as a nice expedient.  I have to pull the forms off the slab, and with a chunk of firewood as a fulcrum, this thing should serve admirably.

Well, Of Course

As a taxpayer, I'm amazed that it was ever a question.
Several members of the House want to change the rules on Capitol Hill to force elected officials to pay for settlements for sexual harassment from their own pockets.
That is just common sense, and I am simply confounded that the question even needs to be asked.  There is no legitimate reason for any taxpayer to foot the bill for any congressional misconduct, sexual or otherwise.  Congressional members and their staffers should be held to the same standard that the rest of us are held to. 

Sunday, December 03, 2017


Surfing aimlessly, we come to this bread recipe that looks pretty good, so I'm just going to leave it here so that I can find it later.

I like a good bread recipe.

Saturday, December 02, 2017

Classic Cold Front

The weather map shows a classic cold front coming in on Tuesday here.  From south Texas to the Great Lakes, this thing is just what duck hunters dream about.

This is the kind of front that my  Dad used to look for in the paper.  Lots of ducks and geese moving along the front of the storm, riding the air that's pushing south. 

The Steinle Verdict

You've all heard by now of the verdict in the case of Kate Steinle, a young woman murdered in San Francisco by an illegal alien, who just happened to have a gun and shoot her on a pier.

I'm as outraged as everyone else about the verdict, but honestly I"m not surprised.  to think that a jury in SanFran could find an illegal alien guilty of murdering a young white women simply stretches credulity.  What is not in doubt is that the defense was able to plant seeds of doubt in the jury. 

As I understand the case, the gun was found to be stolen from a federal agent's car and somehow Zarate came into possession of it.  He was playing with it on the pier and the gun discharged, striking Steinle, killing her.  Zarate was, of course, a prohibited person and in posession of stolen property.  In many jurisdictions, those two offenses predicate to the death of a person would lead to convictions for manslaughter or murder.  Evidently that's no so in California.

All the more reason for me to never go to California.

However, I do take this away from the verdict, however despicable it might be.

It is going to take them a while to live this down, but Democrats and nutjobs and liberals (but I repeat myself) have no sense of shame.

Friday, December 01, 2017


I don't normally drive the F150, but last week I was driving it and heard an ominous grinding sound coming from the back  It sounded like the brakes were gone, and this week I stopped at the auto parts store and bought brake pads.  I don't remember the last time I changed the brakes on that truck, but I haven't driven it much in the last three years.

I put new back brakes on it today.  Luckily, the rotors were okay, so I dodged that bullet.  I"ll put fronts on it tomorrow morning after I drink my coffee. 

You know, a goodly part of this blog is about maintenance I do around the house, simply so that I can search later and find out when I did one thing or another.  This is one of those posts, so that in three or four years, I can search and find out when I put brakes on the truck.

Now, it's Happy Hour.  Y'all enjoy your Friday night.


First thing I thought when I saw this picture; "He ain't in the Cav."

Two reasons he ain't in the Cav.  Too much water below the helicopter, and the cap is still on the bottle.  Probably a naval aviator.

Hat tip, Wirecutter.

Thursday, November 30, 2017


Sarah Hoyt pens a powerful piece voer at PJMedia, about victimization and the current crop of abusers in the news.  A powerful piece.
The continuous denunciation carnival grows tiresome, much as we on the right are watching your cannibal feast with growing fascination.
The end result of it is to run men from public life as though women had no part in this system. And the abuses will go on, because women abuse power too, just not usually in a sexual way.
Take a good look in the mirror, ladies and gentlemen. If you were true ladies and gentlemen you’d know there’s a system of mutual obligation. Checks and balances, you could call them.
Women can’t abdicate their responsibility and not expect men to take advantage.
We’re racing to a system where women act like poor little flowers who have to be protected and kept safe.
Sarah is not blaming the victim, and neither am I.  But, silence is consent, and if you allowed it, then you acquiesced to it.  I've never, for example, considered Monica a victim.  She knew what she was doing, and if  Bill was able to take advantage, then it is only because she allowed it.

The current litany of exposed celebrities and politicians teaches us a cautionary lesson.  I'm sure that some of these victims are "pure" victims, but I'd suspect that a certain percentage of them were willing to go-along to get-along, for the sake of career, or power, or money. The point is; they were willing.

There is an old joke told about a rich man who asks a young woman if she would sleep with him for $200,000.  She ponders fro a moment and replies "Yes, for $200,000."

He asks "How about $20?"

She is outraged, "What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"We've already established, " he explains, "what kind of girl you are.  Now we're simply negotiating a price."

There are those women who find themselves the victim of sexual abuse, and my heart goes out to them.  No one should be subjected to demeaning treatment.  But, the time to object is when it happens.  NO means NO and and we should draw a bright line here.


It seems that members of Congress think that they're something special.  From Insty:
Congress over the years has made itself a privileged class. A quip from Rep. James Clyburn, Democrat from South Carolina, says it all. When asked why, unlike Harvey Weinstein, Matt Lauer, Bill O’Reilly, and Charlie Rose, Rep. John Conyers, the scourge of the elevator, is keeping his job, Clyburn instantly replied, “Who elected them?”
Ask David Vitter about all that.  We un-elected him.
 Members of Congress are a protected class, insulated from the consequences of their deeds. There is even secret fund, paid for by us taxpayers, to defray the cost of settlements when our public servants (ha ha) step out of line and harass someone. Our elected officials vote in ObamaCare but are made exempt from having to rely upon ObamaCare themselves.
Many Americans aren’t aware of the extent to which Congress has set itself up as a quasi-nobility (without being noble). Voters probably think their elected representatives are struggling with increasing ObamaCare premiums just as they are. Joke’s on us, my fellow taxpayers.
Congress should follow the same rules and regulations that they foist on us.  They are not our overlords, they are our servants.  We should remind them of that at every opportunity.

Original link here.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

One More Time

News this morning as I sip my pre-dawn coffee is that Matt Laeur of NBC News has been fired for "inappropriate sexual behavior in the workplace."

So, it might be instructive to go over this again.  What is "appropriate" sexual behavior in the workplace?  The short answer?  None.  There is no appropriate  sexual behavior in the workplace.  Unless you're a porn star, perhaps.  Otherwise, there is none.

I'm glad I could clear that up for you.

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Pouring Concrete

We poured the slab today, on a cool Louisiana day with a high overcast.  It was sunny, but we were not getting the full benefit of the warming rays.

There are days when concrete just does not want to set.  The trucks arrived at 9:00 a.m. this morning and at 8:00 p.m., they were still working the slab, under lights.

They left at 8:40 p,m.  The slab looks to be as smooth as a baby's butt.   The beauty of working a salb with cross-light, like the headlights of a truck, is that every little wrinkle casts a shadow three tiems as big as the problem.

I talked to the builder late this afternoon.  He'll let the slab cure for two weeks then start up with the building.  The best part about this project is that everything that comes across the culvert is already paid for.  No loan officers involved.

Transgender Military Policy

Insty is reporting that a federal judge.... oh, hell.
BREAKING.  Federal judge rules that military must move forward with policy allowing transgender military recruits starting on January 1, 2018.
I don't believe that allowing a civil court to order the military to do anything is a good idea.

Taxpayer Funded Corruption

It turns out that taxpayer dollars have been paying settlements to his sexual harassment allegations in Congress.  Legal Insurrection reports:
Minnesota Democrat Senator Al Franken. Michigan Democrat Representative John Conyers. Who is next? It could be anyone! A Washington Post report from a few weeks ago showed that the “Office of Compliance has paid more than $17 million for 264 settlements and awards to federal employees for violations of various employment rules” since 1997. This includes sexual harassment.
That's utter bullshit.  Taxpayer dollars should not be a hush-fund slush-fund for Congressional wrongdoing.  That's wrong, and if a Congressman does wrong, let him (or her) pay it out of their personal pocket, not the taxpayer pocket. As the allegations mount and the corruption becomes more public, it seems that the taxpayer will be forking over a lot of cash.

Monday, November 27, 2017

The Practical Rifle

Wirecutter leads us to a post on practical rifles. It seems that the discussion continues,  it is instructive to think about such things, to revisit the discussion.  The author of the linked article makes a good point, that confidence is supreme.  The fundamentals of marksmanship must be there.  BRAS, breathe relax, align, and squeeze.  Once the fundamentals are second-nature, hitting becomes easier.
The fundamentals are there, along with my confidence. The foundation is laid. Optics of any type are a tool to enhance one’s capability, not a shortcut in training. If Joe knows he can ring steel with irons on his weapon at an average engagement distance, then an optic of any type enhances his capability. He now has confidence in himself and his weapon. And confidence is the difference maker above any piece of kit.
The author makes the points that rifles are better now than ever, and I've said repeatedly that we live in a golden age of riflery.  Better materials, better CNC machining, more manufacturers available, the simple fact is that we have much better rifles now than we had 40 years ago.

Still, confidence with a rifle is the main thing.  If you believe that you can make the shot, you'll probably make the shot,  And confidence comes with practice and training.  Get away from the bench after the rifle is sighted and practice position shooting.  Learn to make an expedient rest.  Get to know the rifle by shooting it.  A shooter who shoots a hundred shots a year will be more confident than one who only shoots ten shots per year.

I still think that my criteria on a practical rifle is valid.  If you recall, I defined it like this:
1. magazine fed repeating rifle
2. weighing between 2.5 and 5 kilos
3.The cartridge must be capable of striking a single decisive blow on the target likely to be encountered at a distance where the operator is capable of placing the bullet in the vital area of the target.
4. Maximum length of 43 inches, with the length of pull properly proportioned to the individual
5. Robust sighting system, properly fitted to the rifle and instantly available to the operator.
Once a shooter has a proper rifle, I'd recommend spending additional disposable monies on ammunition.  And, rather than stockpiling it, go the range and turn it into confidence.

Bernie Again

Politico speculates that Bernie Sanders might be making moves to run again in 2020.
From forging closer ties to the labor movement to shoring up his once-flimsy foreign policy credentials, the moves have provided the senator inroads into party power structures that largely shunned him in favor of Hillary Clinton last year. They've also empowered the progressive icon to harness his newfound political power and help Democrats fight President Donald Trump's administration.
According to my quick research, Sanders got 43% of the vote during the Democratic primary, a primary that was stacked against him.  He's further left than most mainstream politicians, but he sure energizes the socialist wing of the party.  His big selling point is universal health care.

Plus, he's in his late 70s.  If elected, he'll be 79 years old when he takes office (born 9/8/1941).


Hillary and the Slave Trade

Glenn Reynolds reports that Africans are actively being sold in Libyan markets.
Back in the 2012 presidential campaign, former vice president Joe Biden told a group of African Americans that the GOP was going to ‘put you all back in chains.’ But it turned out that it was Clinton’s policies that led to black people being sold. As some ponder another Hillary Clinton run in 2020, that’s worth pointing out.”
Clinton should have a lot of explaining to do, if anyone with character or an understanding of ethics would hold her accountable.  It is worth pointing out that post-Civil War, the Democrats were responsible for the KKK and the Jim Crow laws.  And now, in the early years of the 21st century, it is the disastrous policies of Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State that led to the re-emergence oof slave markets in Libya.

Draw whatever parallels you wish to draw.

Another record

It looks like we bought a lot of guns on Black Friday.  According to the link, the FBI processed over 200,000 background checks that day setting a new record.

Just wow!  Let Freedom Ring.


Saturday, November 25, 2017

Remember Freddie Gray?

Me neither.  I had to Google him.  I thought I recognized the name in the back of my memory, But I had to double check.  He was the young man from Baltimore who died in police custody in 2015.

Baltimore erupted into riots.  The local DA decided to charge everyone who even remotely had anything to do with his case, and even the ham sandwiches in the squad room.  It was a horrific crime to be associated with the arrest and detention of Freddie Gray. Even President Obama weighed in on the case.

As it turns out, the cases are over.  Not a single police officer was found guilty, by juries stacked against them.  The Baltimore PD had hearings to determine if any misconduct could be count, and Hot Air reports today that the final administrative hearings are complete and all the officers involved were exonerated. 

The only damning evidence against anyone is against Freddie Gray himself.  The toxicology report found both cannabinoid  and opiates in his system.  According to the RN I sleep with, combining those two drugs are a sure-fire way to shut down respiration.  So, Freddie Gray died.  Nobodys fault but his own.

The DA was wrong for charging the police officers , President Obama was wrong for  offering his ignorant opinion, and the populace of Baltimore was ignorant for rioting.  Criminal juries and administrative hearing found no criminality or misconduct.

Saturday Notes

I'm boiling turkey carcasses for gumbo.  I smoked one and my brother-in-law smoked one.  I'll let them boil for an hour or so in salted water, then take them out to cool.  When they're cool enough, I"ll peel the meaty bits off of them, discard the bones and keep the meat and the stock for a gumbo that we'll eat tomorrow for lunch.I have some sausage in the 'fridge, but we'll pic up another pound at the grocer's later today.

Panning for Louisiana State continues apace.  I have to make a budget and intend to get that finished this weekend.  I have been poring over last year's notes trying to get realistic numbers, and Belle and I have a date tomorrow afternoon to sit down at the kitchen table and put numbers to paper.  I need to get this done so that we can move forward.

The Cross Branded Peacemakers are meeting later today for our final shoot for this year..  I intend that we're just going to practice for a while, then talk about planning for the State shoot this spring.

The concrete crew has one additional task to complete before the foundation and forms are ready to pour.  We're scheduled to pout the concrete on Monday morning.  I am ready to see concrete in that hole.

Christmas is upon us, and Christmas music is officially endorsed.  This is one of my favorites.

Here we go!

Friday, November 24, 2017

The Shop Project

The shop project is coming along nicely.  The concrete crew is putting the finishing touches on the form and foundation, and w'll pout the slab on Monday.

This is something that Belle and I have planned and dreamed about for ten years, and it's finally coming to fruition.  We can't wait to see the concrete down and steel standing on the slab, but we realize that this is God's project as much as ours and we have to wait for His time.

Good Luck With That

You gotta love the flat-earth folks.  If nothing else, they provide us with endless mirth.
“Mad” Mike Hughes is a bit of a conundrum. The 61-year-old doesn’t believe in science, but he plans to launch himself over a ghost town Saturday in a self-made rocket that he built over the last few years, spending over $20,000. He plans to one day create another rocket that can leave earth’s atmosphere so he can prove that the earth is flat.
He doesn't believe in science, but he's going to launch a rocket.  To prove that the earth is flat.  Good luck with that.

But, he's willing to put his money where his mouth is, and he's willing to entertain us in the meantime.  I wonder what he's going to do when he gets high enough and sees the curvature of the earth?


For the vast majority of the human experience, the workday was measured by the sun.   For the most part, artificial light was limited to burning oil, whether vegetable or mineral.   Whether the lamps that Jesus used, or the kerosene lights and candles that lit the evenings of the pioneers of our more recent past, artificial light was important.  Then, in the late 1800s, the electric light bulbs were invented, and human progress took a dramatic leap forward.  The electric revolution of the late 19th century made a huge difference in human life and spawned continuing progress that continues today.  Even this computer I use to communicate my philosophy on life can be traced directly to that simple invention.

I remember a conversation between my father and my sister.  She came into the kitchen holding an open textbook and asked, "How do light bulbs work?"

Dad made his living as a telephone man.  His working career spanned that time from rotary dial phones and twisted pair cable, through electronic switching, microwave technology and fiber optics.  He looked at the light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and pronounced.  "Battery on one side, ground on the other."

"Okay," my sister asked.  "So how does the television work?"

Dad chuckled.  "Basically, battery on one side, ground on the other."

The point is that artificial, electric light spawned a transformation of human endeavor.  And, for some progressives, that's a problem.  A recent NPR article says it's a problem.
Earth Is Lit, And That's A Problem
That's the title of the article.  Click on the link, but they're serious.  The earth is too bright.  They're worried about light pollution.  Seriously.
The rapid increase in night lighting has been a profound change, a kind of global experiment, that has happened in just the last 100 years. "My mum, for example, grew up on a farm in Saskatchewan, in a time before they had electrification," Kyba says. "So she grew up with an amazing starry sky, and now she lives, within one lifetime, under a very light-polluted sky."
This is called progress, something that progressives are adamantly against.  Much the irony.  Progressives won't he happy until humans descend into darkness, barely clinging to life.  For myself, than you, I'll put up with a little light pollution.

Thursday, November 23, 2017


So, this California student steals a hat from the person of another and the video goes viral.  I'll show you the video.

Pure left-wing ire and angst because someone had the temerity to wear a hat that they didn't agree with.  At the end of the video, we see the police arrive, and it didn't turn out like she expected it to.

Legal Insurrection is reporting that the student has been charged and face a year in jail.

She's lucky that she didn't commit the crime in Louisiana.  From what I've seen of the vieo, that set of circumstances would be charged as Simple Robbery.
§65.  Simple robbery
A.  Simple robbery is the taking of anything of value belonging to another from the person of another or that is in the immediate control of another, by use of force or intimidation, but not armed with a dangerous weapon. 
B.  Whoever commits the crime of simple robbery shall be fined not more than three thousand dollars, imprisoned with or without hard labor for not more than seven years, or both.  
She keeps yammering on in the video about having rights.  Yeah, I'd have told her.  "You have the right to remain silent.  You have the right to an attorney."  etc, etc.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017


Putting politics aside, I've begun prepping for tomorrow.  Thanksgiving id s uniquely American holiday, and we make the most of it.  Turkey, ham, cornbread dressing, yams, green bean casserole and that's just the main course.  At 0800 local, I cranked up the smoker for the turkey.

It will sit in the smoker all day long,   About happy hour, I'll take it off  and refrigerate it, then it will go back into the smoker tomorrow morning to warm, along with the ham which will need to warm prior to the noon meal.

The concrete guys will be here in a few minutes, to complete the form, lay the steel, and prep for pouring the slab on Monday  morning.  I have a laundry list of things to do today, so I'd best start checking them off.

The Wages of Sin

We all remember Al Franken, the comic from Saturday Night Live, who managed to parlay that celebrity into a seat in the US Senate.  In the current climate of politics and charges of sexual harassment, Hot Air says that the Democratic wagons are starting to circle around Franken.  He is a reliable Democrat at a time when the Democrats are in the minority, so the political establishment is protecting its own.

Contrast this with the case of a Louisiana politician who was elected to the Senate.  A staunch Republican, he ran on a conservative, family values ticket, and shortly after getting to Washington, was involved in a scandal that featured a brothel, and diapers.  There were no allegations of groping, or forcing himself on women, A brothel, after all, is a place where consent is considered a part of doing business.  The fellow's apology was both heartfelt and humiliating, but we in Louisiana felt betrayed.  We started calling him "Diaper Dave."

Several years later, after the brouhaha had died down, Dave made a run for Governor.  He had been a solid conservative for several years, representing the people of Louisiana capably.  Louisiana has a weird election system, where everybody runs in a non-party primary and the top two vote-getters move to the general election.  When the dust settled, and the votes were counted in the primary, Diaper Dave was in a runoff with a Democrat, John Bel Edwards.

Louisiana has a solid Democrat voting bloc, and we knew that if we sat out the election, we'd probably hand the governorship to the Democrat.  Belle and I agonized over the decision, and came to the conclusion that we wouldn't vote for Edwards, and we simply couldn't pull the lever for Diaper Dave.  It was agonizing and frustrating, but we had to face it.

Dave is now in private retirement and we wish him well.  His opponent, Edwards, is the governor, with all the nonsense, higher taxes, and bigger regulatory burden.  He thinks he won, and in a sense he did.  There is a lesson here, but I'm not really sure what to draw from it.

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Tuesday Notes

The concrete guys are here, forming for the slab for the building we're constructing.  About lunch time, a passing shower drove them off, but they promised they'd be back after lunch.  Both of them are Baptist ministers, so I trust them.  They'll be back after the rain passes.  The form is looking good, and we have a footing inspection scheduled for tomorrow morning, hopefully we can pour the slab right after the inspection.   But, we're on God's time and we can only do what He wills

About 1:00, I heard a knock on the door.  A neighbor lady, soft-spoken, well dressed, informed me that she had just knocked over my mailbox.    She got distracted and the car wandered.   I went out to inspect it, and sure enough, she got it.  I stood it back up, tamped the soil around the post with my hell, and pronounced it good.  No harm, no foul. 

"Okay," she says, "but look what it did to my car."

So, I walk over to the car.  Front right fender dented,  long scratch down the side of an otherwise nondescript little four-door sedan.  When I looked back at her, she said that she guessed she'd have to find a shop to fix it, and I detected what we in law-enforcement describe as "an odor of an alcoholic beverage". 

But, who am I to judge. Probably a lunch with friends, and she didn't appear unsteady oh her feet.   She was almost home, on a quiet suburban street.  She'll make it home just fine. 

Whence Adulthood?

I have long been an advocate of a bright-line for adulthood, rather than the tiered system employed by the current state of legislation that we now live under.  When I was growing up, you became an adult at age 18.  You could do, at that age, anything that any other adult could do .  Join the military, own property, enter into contracts, vote, and walk into a bar and get a drink.

In those innocent days (tongue firmly in cheek here), a father had the responsibility of training a boy into adulthood.  But, the line was clear and easy to recognize.  One day you were a child, the next day you were an adult; responsible for your own decisions and actions.   It was a simple concept.

In 1984, Congress passed the National Drinking Age Act, which recognized that states had the responsibility to set the drinking age, but which threatened to withhold up to 10% of their federal highway funds if they didn't set the drinking age at 21.  Many states bowed to the leviathan of federal highway funds, but some resisted.  Louisiana held out until 1998 or 1999.   I had a son of the age, who left for college at that time,  He could legally buy a beer when he left, but couldn't when he returned.  He was fairly perturbed about that.  We got around the law by the simple expedient of me buying a couple of cases of cheap beer, he inviting his friends, and we'd build a bonfire, lock the cars in the pasture, and I'd unlock the gate at daylight the next morning.    It perturbed the horses, but they got over it.

The bright line of adulthood got less bright during the Obama administration.  My daughter was going back to college after several years of living on her own, and needed my tax returns to apply for federal student loans.  She had been an adult for several years, but needed Daddy's paperwork.  Bah-humbug.  And, under that same administration, an adult could be kept on Daddy's health insurance until age 25.  Complete and utter nonsense.

I'm telling you all this because I read this morning that Wisconsin is thinking about lowering the drinking age to 19.    I say Hooray Wisconsin, at least for having the conversation.

I've always been one that argues for a bright-line age for adulthood, rather than the tiered system we use today.  Set one age where all the benefits and responsibilities of adulthood flow to the person.  It's sensible, easy to understand, and protects the rights of everyone.  For myself, I'd set that age at the time when the person can walk into a recruiting office and sign their own enlistment papers.  If you're willing to pick up a rifle and defend the country, then you should be able to walk into the club and buy a beer.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Old Ammo Ads

I love old ammo and firearms ads, although I don't remember this particular brand.

They were probably a short-lived brand.  With advertising like this, I can see why.

Monday Aggravation

I am reminded that Monday comes each week, whether I'm at work or not.  s it turns out, I'm off this week, and Monday has been simply one aggravation after another.

Don't ever try to buy air conditioners during the last week of November.  I went to Lowe's and had them drag two big 25K BTU units to the checkout, then learned that this was a heater too.  I don't want AC/heaters.  I want AC  units.  Tood bad, so sad.  Those are seasonal and won't be  available until spring.  I went to Sears and they had one 25K and one 18K.  I want a matched set.  So, I wound up ordering two 18K units.  They'll be delivered November 30th, which is okay with my construction timeline.

The thing about Lowe's is that they're trying to out-Amazon, Amazon.    And, they suck at it.

Then, I went to my tobacconist, and they were out of my favorite brand.  Really?  Yeah, there should be some on the truck tomorrow.

I may start Happy Hour early today.

Sunday, November 19, 2017


A photo of me, taken in Oklahoma last spring.  I know it was  Sunday, late in the day.  I'm wearing my white Sunday-Go-To-Meeting shirt and I'm not strapped, so I was already out of the match.

I'm still trying to identify that fellow to my left, but the Cav Stetson looks good.

Sunday Morning Dawg

The dog got a haircut yesterday, and while he's still going blind, at least the hair isn't in his eyes, so that's better.  I'm sure that what he can see is a little easier to see.

It's been a busy week, and Thanksgiving week is upon us.  We're going to try and get a little rest today.  Y'all do the same.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Charles Manson Dead?

I saw a report earlier that Charles Manson had died.  I can't find it now, but all other reports say that he's near death in a hospital in California.  Either way, it's probably instructive to dwell for a moment on the life and career of Charles Manson.

That's long enough.  He's better forgotten.  He should have died years ago.

In my mind, Charles Manson is the best argument yet put forward for the death sentence.  The majority of his life was spent in a prison cell.  Over several decades all he managed to do was eat and defecate.  He cost the taxpayers of  California millions of dollars in housing, food, medical care and prison salaries.  A strong scaffold and a short rope would have been much more cost effective.

I've heard all the arguments.  None of them ring true.  Charles Manson's life was a complete and total waste.  That in itself is not a crime, lots of people live wasted lives.  In this particular case, he combined a wasted life with unrepentant evil.   Entire encyclopedia, dissertations, legal arguments, humanist objections, have been written on the evils of the death penalty, but Manson is the exception that laughs in the face of the rule.

The good people of California would have been much better off if they would have just put Charlie down several decades ago.

UPDATE** Here's the link.


Our very own Miss E has put up a video of the shoot last weekend.  Once again she did a great job editing and compiling this video.  Let's watch, shall we?

Great job, MIss E.

Truth About Background Checks

I'm just going to leave this right here.

I am the NRA, and I am freedom's safest place.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Irrelevant Person Opens His Pie-Hole

Louis Farrakhan, who has been irrelevant since the '60's is opening his pie-hole again.  The level of stupidity is staggering.
"Mr. President, you won't make America great again, not in our time," Farrakhan declared Thursday in a speech at the Watergate Hotel in Washington, D.C. "She became great killing Native Americans. She became great enslaving us, bringing us from Africa into America to work the cotton fields. You're not going to get that opportunity back anymore."
Really, Louis?  When were you enslaved?    Nor your parents, nor your grandparents.

What Louis is pissed about is that we didn't elect Hillary.  Well, Lou is, you can get over it.    As far as I'm concerned, you're just another voice in the darkness, irrelevant to lucid conversation, In fact, you're totally enslaved by the Democratic party, just another lost soul on their plantation. 

Louis has done well, in fact, railing against a something that ceased to exist   He's almost laughable, if he weren't so pathetic.  What's really pathetic is that any new agency covers his delirious rants. 

America is already great, Louis, whether you like it or not.  Once your racist ilk is consigned to a footnote in a history, America can breathe a sigh of relief.


In a feel-good story today, we learn of a high school football team i Georgia who took matters into their own hands when the local school system was forced to end the coaches participation in before-game prayers.  PJMedia reports.
The Freedom From Religion Foundation has put an end to a Georgia high school coach’s practice of praying with his players.
These atheists intended to put an end to coaches praying with their players, but the students took it upon themselves to organize a pre-game prayer.
 "Our students have done a great job and our students took it upon themselves to organize a prayer with our students in the stands before the game. Instead of it being 100 players praying, it turned into 400 students praying. That's their right and we are going to support them in that," Small said
The atheists made an issue of it, and the number of participants quadrupled.   God has a way of turning adversity into a blessing.

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Dirty Rice

My son asked about Dirty Rice (aka Rice Dressing), a Cajun tradition.  There isn't much to it, actually, it's simply rice with ground meat and sausage.....  and , well, here's the recipe.

Dirty Rice
1 lb good ground beef
1 lb breakfast sausage
Onion, chopped
Bell Pepper, chopped
Celery, chopped. (Or, just buy a bag of Seasoning Mix veggies)
3 cups dry rice
3 cups chicken stock (use bullion cubes or pre-packaged)

In a big Dutch oven, brown your meat, stirring together the beef and sausage.  Add chopped veggies and cook then in the meat until tender.  Drain the meat and veggie mix. Salt and pepper to taste.
Put meat and veggies back in the Dutch oven, add rice and chicken stock, reduce heat to low, cover and simmer for 12 minutes, or until rice is tender.

Alternatively, you can put that Dutch oven in a 350F oven for 30 minutes, or until the rice is tender.  Either way.  Or, if you're feeding a regiment, you can double the recipe and put the mixture into a steam pan and cook it in the oven.  It all turns out good.

Dirty rice is a south Louisiana tradition, and a really easy way to dress up a meal.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Louisiana State 2018

Let the games begin.  Lots of planning to do between now and then.

We're really looking forward to it.

My Senator

My Senator, John N. Kennedy of Louisiana has penned an article in the Washington Examiner where he tells people to quit having children they don't intend to raise.
For the life of me, I don’t know why anyone who is an addict would decide to become a parent and bring an innocent child into his or her sick drug den. My only conclusion is that some parents figure someone else will raise their children while they do drugs, drink, party, commit crimes, Snapchat, plant fake crops on FarmVille, and do anything but parent. They’d rather have the latest and greatest iPhone than help their children figure out eighth-grade algebra.
He's right, and I don't understand either.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Outdoor Cooking

I've found this website called The BBQ Pit Boys and I've been surfing around.

I've been working up the courage to try this recipe.

I'm an old hand at deep-frying turkeys, but I don't know if I can work up the courage to put a rib roast in cooking oil.  But, it sure looks good.

Pawn Shop Crawling

Today on my lunch break I decided to have a little fun, and went to two of my favorite pawn shops.

Shop #1 has a nice Ruger New Vaquero that I've been watching.  It's a 511-series, in .45 Colt, with a 5.5 inch barrel.  The 511-series was made from 2011 to 2013 and is very desirable for Cowboy Fast Draw.  The pawn shop has it listed at $595.00, which is just a shade off street retail for a NIB gun.

I was in there a month ago, and they told me then that I could have it, out-the-door, for $450.00.  I told them then that the price was too steep for a used gun, and I walked.  Today when I walked in, it was still in the case.  I bargained with the guy for a little bit and he told me that I could have it for $500.00.  I very gently and discreetly told the guy that he was out of his mind, and that I really hoped that someone bought it, but that I'd be back in 30 days to see if they had come to their senses.

Pawn shop #2 didn't have anything in the counter, but the counter guy (I've been dealing there for over 15 years) told me that he had an interesting gun coming out just after Christmas.  He brought it out so that I could see it.  It's a Uberti Stallion, but an older model than the one listed in today's catalog.  It's a very nice revolver, but interestingly, it has the 6.5" barrel. 

The 6.5" barrel is an odd bird for my type of shooting.  Too long for most of my holsters and too short for the Shootist category, which requires a 7.5" barrel.  Still, if I can pick it up right, I might be able to have the barrel shortened to 4.75 inches and keep it in the spares bag as a loaner gun.  I told the guy that I'd be back after Christmas and see if we couldn't strike a deal.

We'll see.  I don't need any more guns, but it's always nice to see what is in the display case at the local pawn shops.

Salem Moments

The thing about historians is that they understand that there is really nothing new in the human condition.  We, as a species, have already made the mistakes that we continue to make, and we refuse to learn from them.  Victor Davis Hanson is one such historian and he pens an article
The Greeks knew well of the transitory nature of these mass panics. They claimed such fits were inspired by the Maniae, the three daughters of Night who were the goddesses of insanity, madness, and crazed frenzy. We’ve seen all three of them in action throughout the past year.
Dr. Hanson talks about the frenzy of the 24-hour news cycle. 

Collusion everywhere and no where.
 For about six months, cable news shows, the internet, and the major newspapers ginned up the charge of “Russian collusion”—as a means of explaining the otherwise inexplicable and unacceptable defeat of Hillary Clinton by someone without either political or military experience.
Racism and the NFL
Soon the players’ incoherent messaging was passed off by the media as some sort of grassroots Rosa Parks civil rights movement. But as viewers turned their channels and stadia emptied, the hysterical outbursts began to cool.
The Statue Busters
 About the same time came the statue hysteria. America woke up one day and decided that century-old statues of Confederate generals or archetypical southern soldiers were proof of pernicious racism. So they had to be removed—by the dead of night and by the mob if necessary
The Sex Predators
 The next collective furor arose over Hollywood mogul Harvey Weinstein. Sometime in October 2017, the progressive film titan was abruptly condemned as sick, evil, and unhinged—after 30 years of common knowledge that he routinely sought to use his power of hiring and firing to leverage or force sexual gratification.
Go, as they say, and read the whole thing.  Dr. Hanson writes concisely and turns a phrase nicely.  But, I am struck by how much this time in our recent history looks like the Salem Witch trials.   Such frenzies come and go, but I am reminded of the lesson from John 8, where our Lord was asked about the punishment of the woman caught in adultery. 
7 So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.
8 And again he stooped down, and wrote on the ground.
9 And they which heard it, being convicted by their own conscience, went out one by one, beginning at the eldest, even unto the last: and Jesus was left alone, and the woman standing in the midst.
10 When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? hath no man condemned thee?
11 She said, No man, Lord. And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.
I, for one, are tired of the witch trials.  Justice is important, but so is mercy.  What our popular culture has forgotten is that what is now forbidden was once acceptable.    We have progressed as a people in many ways, but we have forgotten how we all acted  twenty, thirty, forty years ago.   I know that I am not without sin and doubt that those casting metaphorical stones today are without sin.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Monday Snippets

While I was out playing gunfighter this weekend, the world kept spinning and some of it was news.

Everyone is reporting that Roger Goodell, the NFL Commish, wants $50 million a year and lifetime use of a private jet.    Bullshit!  No one is worth that much money.  Of course, the NFL can do what  the NFL wants to do, but personally, I'd tell him that he could go screw himself.

A while back, a Democrat shot and severely injured a Louisiana Congressman at a softball practice.  More recently, a Democrat beat and injured a Republican Senator.  Now, Governor Jerry Brown a Democrat from California, offers violence to protesters.    Why has the Democratic Party become such a cesspool of violence?  When did shootings, beatings, and threats of violence become acceptable political discourse?

Joe Biden is starting a book tour.  From what I know about Uncle Joe, he's likable enough, and he certainly is entertaining.  I've seen other folks who think that he had some regrets about being railroaded by Hillary, and should have run for President.  I say don't count him out.  He is certainly an experienced politician

Bush Derangement Syndrome was bad enough, but Trump Derangement Syndrome is beyond the pale.  It appears that the New York Times has published an op-ed calling for segregation.  
The same is true, unfortunately, of those who hold no quarter for Mr. Trump but insist that black people need to do the reaching out, the moderating, the accommodating. Imagine the white friend during the civil rights era who disliked blacks’ being beaten to death but wished the whole thing would just settle down. However likable, you could not properly describe her as a friend. Sometimes politics makes demands on the soul.
Wow.  Tonight at church, I'll pray for his soul.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Last Shoot

We finished up the Thorn Valley Invitational this morning, and it was a bittersweet experience.  We've been shooting in an old barn at the Rustic Sky Horse Camp for over three years, and it was a great place to shoot.  Unfortunately, their business is growing and they needed the space for other things, so we got evicted.   But, the owner told us several months ago, and was gracious enough to let us hold our final shoot in the facility before we had to leave.

Thirty shooters from four states, and we had one heck of a time   We shot the main match yesterday, a 4X match.  We did the ladies as a last-gal standing, and it came out about like you'd expect.

Marshall's Daughter -1st, Snake Charmer - 2nd, Texas Rose - 3rd
Blue Eyed Belle - 4th, Pistol Pearl - 5th.
When we got down to the proper point, we did a Magnificent Seven for the mean, and  there were a couple of surprises there.

The Shootist - 1st, Red Rock - 2ne, Cajun Greg - 3rd,  Little Kazzy - 4th
Okie Ed, - 5th,  Gentleman George - 6th, Diamondback Billy - 7th.

This morning, we went to the cook shack and ate breakfast, then assembled at the barn for some fun shoots.  We shot doubles, and Five Card Draw, and I'll post pictures of those later.

Then we broke down the range and got it ready to transport to its new home.  Thorn Valley is moving south about 12 miles to a new home in Big Mark's barn, and the Cross Branded Peacemakers are building a new range at Maor D's place.  That old barn spawned two clubs and is the birthplace of CFDA in Louisiana, so it was a sad time to seep out the wax for the last time.

But, we're not going to cry long.  CFDA is alive and well in Louisiana, with three clubs now, one in Shreveport, one in Pineville, and the old Thorn Valley moving to Oakdale.  CFDA is alive and well in Louisiana and we're hard at work planning the next state shoot to be held in Natchitoches, LA on April 6, 7, and 8.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Two Photos

The only two photos I've been able to find from my military career.  Film cameras being what they are, I'm sure that I have more in a box in the attic, but these are two that I've kept in digital format.

My command photo,taken shortly after I assumed command of Co D, 2d Bn, 4th Bde at Fort Knox,  probably taken the winder of 1978.  Those were the days of starched fatigues, white tee-shirts, and black combat boots.  I was promoted to 1st Lieutenant in April of 78, so this picture was taken prior to April 1079.

Ten years later, summer of '88, I had just made Major the prior spring.  This photo was taken at Fort Polk, lA during annual training.  The young captain to my right is Debra Williams.  She was working on her dissertation and went on to gain her doctorate a year or so later.  By this time the Army had transitioned out of cotton fatigue uniforms and we were wearing woodland camo BDUs.  And, of course, black, polished leather boots.

The next years, we were both called to active duty for Desert Storm.

The soldiers today are wearing digicam and brown, rough-out boots.