Sunday, August 20, 2017

DIY Sunday

Today was a day for those little DIY projects that crop up from time to time.

First, Belle needs a tiny little screwdriver to get into a tight spot on her sewing machine.  Elder son was consulted when he came over for lunch, and he came up with this elegant solution.

An apex tip out of  a screwdriver, a bottle cap off a soft drink, and some epoxy.

If that screwdriver isn't small enough to get into that tight space, none of them will be.  It's 24 hour epoxy, so it will be ready tomorrow, after curing.  It's small enough that Belle can drop in in her sowing kit, and it should serve her form many years.  homemade tools are always the bet, and we'll call this the micro-stubby.  Total cost, almost -0-.  The apex bit might  have cost me a quarter.

Next, we  considered the problem of wires hanging off a standard CFDA target.   If a wire is hanging down off the target, some jazzzbo is going to shoot it, sure as God made little green apples.   Many folks, and I have as well, simply use a piece of tape, and tape the wires behind the stand, but that's not real elegant.  So, we started brain-storming and came up with the idea of using PVC pipe.  Two zip ties, and the pipe is affixed to the stand and will easily accompdate CAT5 cable that runs the electronics.

 side view.  PVC pipe zip-tied to the stand.
Here's a view from the shooter's perspective.

I think that is going to work just fine to protect my cables from wax bullets.  It's lightweight, inexpensive, and easily fixed in the middle of a match, if need me.  It's a great DIY hack.  For the record, that's 36" of one-inch schedule 40, and two Harbor Freight zip-ties.  It doesn't get any cheaper than that.

Next, I needed a rope with an eyelet in it.  I learned to splice rope at my father's knee.  I haven't spliced a rope in almost three decades, but in just a few minutes, with a false-start or two, it all came flowing back to me.  Even with my tired old eyes, I managed to get a fairly nice eye splice.

Not too shabby for an old blind man.  I'm sure that a modern day rigger could find fault with it, but it won't be carrying a load, and I'm sure that it will suffice.  Some things we never forget.

Finally, the most pleasing DIY project today is that I was hungry for pork chops, and Belle induled me with her pork chops and rice.  With purple hull peas and cornbread.

Pretty good groceries, right there, and one of the big reasons why we do DIY projects for our ladies.  Because they know how to make pork chops.

It's been a very productive Sunday.

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Saturday Morning

It's Saturday morning, and the news is utterly depressing.  The President fired someone and that person thinks that his being fired is double-plus-un-good.  Inagine that.  Most people who get fired think it is a bad thing.  I've been fired.  It sucked.

On a more local front, PawPaw got up this morning and fired off a couple of small engines.  The grass is cut.  Every bit of clothing I am wearing is soaking wet, but I know where the shower and clean blue jeans are.  This is a short-term problem.

Belle and I are going to the range in a couple of hours.  That is also good.

Talking at work yesterday, some of us were discussing the upcoming eclipse.  Here in central Louisiana we are going to have about 75% coverage.

One of the support staff (who happens to be blonde and female) commented.  "Well, that's all well and good, but I don't know if I can stay up long enough to see it."

But, today is progressing nicely.  It's time to jump in the shower, load the  guns i the van and get started with the fun part of the weekend.

Look what the association sent me this week.

This week was a very good week.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Fantastic Friday

Easy day at work.  Got home, checked me mail, and found an envelope I've been waiting for.

Very good news.  Very good indeed.  More on that later as the plans firm up.  But, the plans will firm up very nicely now.

Went to AWs and got a couple of fish plates.  Came home and celebrated with Belle

Drinking whiskey now and listening to some of my favorite music.

I watched Lonestar play this one at concert in Houston in 1999.  They were opening for Kenny Rogers at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo.    They put on a good show, but we were there to listen to Kenny Rogers.

Today has been a very good day.  I'm going to have one more drink and toddle off to bed.

The Cost of Freedom

I've heard it said before that the antidote to hate speech is more speech.  It seems that the ACLU is wrestling with the problem.  Should they support the rights of groups whose principals are antithetical to them?
It was 1934 and fascism was on the march not only in Europe but in America. People who admired Adolf Hitler, who had taken power in Germany, formed Nazi organizations in the United States.

The American Civil Liberties Union, represented by lawyers who were Jewish, faced an existential question: Should the freedoms it stood for since its founding in 1920 apply even to racist groups that would like nothing more than to strip them away?
Back then, the ACLU decided that the defense of free speech was mote important than the political values of the speakers.  They are wrestling with the same choices today.
The national organization said Thursday that it would not represent white supremacist groups that want to demonstrate with guns. That stance is a new interpretation of the ACLU’s official position that reasonable gun regulation does not violate the 2nd Amendment.
 We note that the white supremacist group that was attacked my Antifa in Charlottesville last weekend had guns.  We also note that no one was shot.  And this sums up my problem with the ACLU. They don't like the Second Amendment.

In the 1930s the ACLU made the proper decision that the rights of Americans extend to everyone, and that they would work to protect the rights of all Americans, regardless of their political leanings.

Yesterday, they decided that the rights of some groups are worth protecting.  If you are not one of the favored groups, your rights are not worth protecting.

Many Americans are starting to realize that the (alt-right, Neo-Nazi, white supremacist...pick your descriptor) group in Charlottesville did it right They got a permit and came to the park to engage in free speech.  They were attacked enroute by left-wing Antifa who wanted to shut them down.  When attacked, the right-wing group (some of who were armed) displayed remarkable discipline.  No one was shot.  Antifa came looking for a fight.

The ACLU has made the wrong choice here.  The First Amendment rights of all Americans must be protected, as well as the 2nd Amendment rights of all Americans.  The antidote to bad free speech is good free speech.

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

Thursday, August 17, 2017

The .45 Smith and Wesson

One of the archaic cartridges from the late 19th century is the .45 Smith and Wesson.  Also called the Schofield, it was designed to fit the Smith and Wesson #3 American revolver.    Oh, heck, I'll let Wikipedia tell you about it.
The .45 Schofield or .45 Smith & Wesson is a revolver cartridge developed by Smith & Wesson for their S&W Model 3 American top-break revolver. It is similar to the .45 Colt round though shorter and with a slightly larger rim, and will generally work in revolvers chambered for that cartridge. US government arsenals supplied .45 Schofield cartridges for the Schofield revolver and the Colt Army revolver to simplify their armament needs.[1] 45 Colt cartridges cannot be used in .45 Schofield firearms, since the .45 Colt is a longer cartridge.
It's interesting that back in those days, different manufacturers made small changes in cartridge dimensions to satisfy legal concerns.  This time was before SAAMI, and cartridges were proprietary. Still, a look at the drawings shows us the almost minuscule  differences between the two.

First the Colt.

Now, the Smith and Wesson

The Smith and Wesson is a fairly moribund cartridge today but the drawings still exist, and ammo is available, so we know that brass is available.

Proprietary cartridges were a problem in the late 1800s and they are a problem today.  Sometimes, contractual restrictions get in the way of real progress, so workarounds become necessary.  I realize that I'm being obtuse, but there are good reasons for that.  The question remains, though;  If we can't use .45 Colt brass, why can't we use Schofield brass?

This is a question that deserves an answer, and I'll have to look further into this.   Exit question:  Who besides Starline makes brass in the US and might be amenable to a fairly large custom order?

I'm going to leave this right here so that I can find it later.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

The Krewe Ball

Mardi Gras is celebrated in different ways all across the state, but one constant is the Krewe.  A Krere is a group of like-minded folks who join together to participate, to make a float, to parade, and generally to celebrate Mardi Gras as a group.  One of the traditions is that each Krewe hosts a ball.  A formal ball where the ladies sparkle, the men are elegant, and the company is pleasant.  Some of the Krewe balls are legendary.

Belle and I have been invited to a local Krewe ball.  We have accepted, and as it is not until January, we have plenty of time to plan our attire.  We're told that it's formal, and that the men must wear black and the ladies can wear any color but white (which is reserved for the court).

I'm thinking about tails, in the manner of the 1880s late Victorian style.  Something like this:

With an appropriate vest, I believe it might create the proper atmosphere.  It might be quite dashing.  Or, I could go with a Gunfighter coat from the same era, with  an appropriate vest and stting tie.

Properly done, 1880s attire is quite formal, and the effect is quite stylish.  It should suffice for a Krewe ball.  Mardi Gras is about costuming, after all. The effect would be something like my buddy Skagway Sam, a master of period attire.

What say ye?  At any rate, I'm going to need to go to the PX and buy some new dress shoes.  The ones I have simply will not do.

This might turn out to be a lot of fun.

Where Does It Stop?

President Trump makes a good point.
"This week it's Robert E. Lee, I noticed that Stonewall Jackson is coming down," President Donald Trump said on Tuesday. "I wonder, is it George Washington next week, and is it Thomas Jefferson the week after? You have to ask yourself, where does it stop?"
No thinking human can defend slavery, or racism, or the Confederacy, but the current view seems to be distorted, as if we are looking through a prism.   I'd be very cautious about  tearing down any historical monuments, simply because setting that precedent might lead to unforeseen  consequences later on.

The rhetoric is getting just a little over-heated.  No good can come to that.  It's just a small jump from baseball bats to firearms, and no one wants that sort of thing.  We can certainly denounce racism and bigotry without defending intolerance and violence.  This is not a binary choice, and to say that both groups who came to blows in Charlottesville are beyond the pale of polite society is not a stretch.

Everyone needs to calm down and take a deep breath.

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

TALO - Limited SAA Offering

It seems that TALO distributers will soon be offering a limited run of Colt SAA revolvers.  Not many details are knon at this time.  According to The Firearm Blog.
According to information posted on Talo’s website, Colt’s Manufacturing made a limited run of SAA revolvers for the company. This specific one is limited to 50 guns and will be heading out to the wholesalers shortly.
 The gun is finished in royal blue and has wooden stocks. This SAA has a 5.5″ barrel. No pricing information was provided by Talo. Since this revolver is a limited run that was likely made by the Colt Custom Shop, I would expect them to retail for more than the standard SAA guns. Standard Colt SAA revolvers chambered for the .357 Magnum and .45 Colt start at $1,799.
It's a nice looking gun, as all Colt SAA revolvers are.

 The .32-20 is one of Belle's favorite calibers.   Her go-to revolver is an old Colt Police Positive in that caliber.  While this new offering is interesting, it's not interesting enough to drop MSRP on the debit card.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Bill Whittle - Surprise.

Who Had The Permit?

Reading about the horrific nonsense that happened in Charlottsville, VA this weekend, I'm struck by several questions.  First and foremost, who had the permit to hold a rally in a public park?

In every event I've ever seen in a public venue, a permit is required.  It puts the authorities on notice that something is going to happen, and requires the event organizers to do certain things.  But, that permit allows them to be there.  Peacefully.  Lawfully.

Reading the New York Times article from this morning, it appears that the white nationalists had the permit.  As execrable as their message might have been, it appears that they had the permit to hold the rally, and that's what free speech is all about.

Those other groups that showed up, did so unlawfully.  Or, at least I doubt that they had a permit. So, why were they there?  Simply to cause trouble?  From all appearances, that's what happened.

And, what city bureaucrat let two groups with competing messages show up in the same park at the same time?
As the white nationalists massed in the park, Ms. Caine-Conley and other members of the clergy locked arms in the street. Behind them were hundreds of protesters, including black-clad, helmet-wearing members of the far left known as antifa.
Sound like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?  And, that's just exactly what happened.   In the final analysis, what happened is that the City let two hate groups converge at the same place in the same time.

Of course, now the police are being blamed.

It's interesting to note that almost everywhere Anrtifa shows up, there is violence.  Example, Seattle.  Fascism is facism wherever it rears its ugly head, and if you are trying to shut down free speech, you're a fascist.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Red Beans

We've talked about red beans before, but today, that's lunch.  Yeah, I know it's August outside, but I've been jones-ing for a big pot of red beans, so last night before bedtime, Belle washed two pounds of good Camellia red beans, added spices, water, and sausage and turned on the slow cooker.

This morning I awoke to the kitchen smelling like heaven.

In another hour, we'll put on a pot of rice, and mix cornbread for the oven.

Red beans and rice with cornbread.  It's what's for lunch.

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Peacemakers First Match

The Cross Branded Peacemakers shot their first match today under cloudy skies, and a threat of rain.    It was a simple Nevada Eight match on our four-lane range, and it worked well.  We shot Men, Ladies, and Youth.

Youth.  1st, Little Cajun.  2nd, Misty Blue  3rd Akarate Zach

Ladies.  1st, Cookie.  2nd, Blue Eyed Belle.  3rd Squirrel Girl
This was Cookie's first ever match.  She shot well, well enough to come out on top.  She told me that if she thought that she was going to win, she'd have dressed better.

Men's.  1st place, Big Bill.  2nd place Major D.  3rd place Cajun Greg.
This was Big Bill's first ever match.  It became obvious that he's been practicing with his laser.

All in all, a very good day.  Shooting at the church is not something that everyone gets to do, but here at the Peacemakers, we get to shoot at the church.

Friday, August 11, 2017

Little Fat Boy Kim

I notice that the little fat boy from the North, Kim, is back in the news.  Making threats, acting like the spoiled brat that he is.  Suffering from a severe case of overactive hyper-stupidity disorder.  I mean, c'mon, he can't even keep the lights on.

There is no sense bombing them back to the pre-industrial age.  That's about where they are right now.

It would be best to ignore the little pissant, and send back-channel messages to his generals.  If little Kimmie meets and untimely demise, we'll see what we can do to help with lights and indoor plumbing. That would be much better than what they have now.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Like A Hero

Someone at Wal-Mart put a back-to-school display on the gun rack.

Twitter is , predictably, freaking out.

Hunting season opens next month, and for many of the schools around here, the beginning of squirrel season is an out-of-school holiday.


In the Cowboy Fast Draw community, there are two main types of timers.  Timers are important because that's where we get out scores, and basically, both timers systems work the same way.  They start a clock and stop it when the bullet hits the target.    We get a time, down to the thousandth of a second.

Quick Draw Electronics, out of Montana is one manufacturer of timing systems.  For several years, he made a timer that he called the Shooting Sports Timer II, and he still supports that timer.

It's a great timer system, and a lot of clubs use it.  It is easily configured into a multi-timer setup that can run a standard six-lane range.  Basically, you slave one timer against another.  It works well,   The company has redesigned the system and he is in [re-production of the new system, which is causing quite a buzz in the Fast Draw community.  Simpler, cleaner, less expensive,  I hope he gets the bugs worked out, because it looks like a nice set up.

The other system of timers currently on the market is the system marketed by the association.  They call it the Gunslinger timer and it works as advertised.  You slave one timer (or a group of timers) to the master timer, and you can run a multi-lane range.

Both systems work as advertised and both systems will run a match.  They have different features, different strengths and weaknesses, and two solid camps or supporters.  The discussion around the tables at a match are not unlike the caliber discussions around a hunting camp.

When Belle and I set up the club at the church, we knew we'd need timers and spent a lot of time trying to decide which to go with.   We finally made a decision and wrote a check.  The timers should ship next week.  And, no, I'm not going to endorse one system over the other.  They both have drawbacks.  I'd really like to combine the two and make a system with no drawbacks, but electronically that doesn't seem to work.   I've tried.

We made the decision that seems to be best for our purposes, and we'll live with it.  I did put a bug in the ear of an electronics tinker-er and hopefully he'll have a great idea that will upgrade the system we chose, but we'll have to wait and see about that.

In the meantime, these two systems are the state-of-the-art in Cowboy Fast Draw systems.   As the old men used to say, "You pay your money and you take your chances."

Jumbled Weather

This is the weirdest August I can remember.  So far, rain every day, the current surface map is a jumbled mess.

There is nothing we can do about it.  But, it provides challenges in dealing with it.  Normally, August is hot, dry, and sunny.  So far, this August has been hot, humid, cloudy and moist.  The grass is growing like crazy and the air is like walking into a hot, wet blanket.

It is what it is, and we have to deal with it.    This weather pattern, like others, will change eventually, but until then, I give thanks to Willis Carrier, the inventor of modern air conditioning.

Wednesday, August 09, 2017


Casting about for a Wednesday post, I figured I'd highlight my Model 38.  It is a hump-back, a vestige of an earlier time, and one of my favorites.  It's my everyday carry pocket revolver.

Some have said, from a purely logical, rational perspective that it is less than optimal to carry a small revolver.  With only five shots, I'd me much better served by one of the wondernines (and, I include there the various .380s, which are simply short 9mms).

But, in the final analysis, I'm probably less than optimal in lots of things, and the J-frame revolver has been a trusted friend for  about three decades, even if I've only had this one for six years.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

Glen Campbell

Belle came home today and told me that Glen Campbell had died.

Sure enough.

Rest in Peace, Glen.

Pumps Out

If you follow Murphy's page, you know that New Orleans had some flooding problems this weekend.

As it turns out, some of the pumps were out.
The New Orleans Sewerage and Water Board said Monday that seven pumps were down for maintenance this weekend as the rain fell. They argued, however, that it wouldn't have made much of a difference in the overall performance of the pumping stations if the pumps had been operational.
Yeah, that's a problem.  New Orleans is below sea level.   If the pumps go our, or the levee breaks, New Orleans is screwed.  

I'm just sayin'.

The .357 Revisited

The younger generation is learning what we learned twenty-or-so-years ago.  The .357 magnum is a hoss when properly loaded and shot from a carbine.
Out of a Marlin 1894, the bullets shoot into the front sight (a 6-moa dot) with boring regularity, and they hit the steel plate hard enough to foul it on it's chains, necessitating going downrange to unwind the target from it's stand.
That bullet is a custom, 180 grain, tumble-lube, gas-checked, wide flat nose bullet that a bunch of us designed on the Cast Boolits forum several years ago.  It was designed for the .35 Remington cartridge, but several of us stuffed it into a .357 magnum case with a stiff dose of L'il Gun powder.  And something magical happened.

That bullet runs out of the Marlin at something over 1600 fps and that wide flat meplat hits like the hammer of Thor.  You'll note that the boy said they'd have to walk downrange to un-foul the target from its stand.   I know that particular range, and it's about 80 yards from the firing line to the gong.

It's a great load, out of a light, handy, short carbine that gives sufficient energy out to 100 yards for whitetail deer and hogs.  The .357 magnum and the lever carbine are a great woods-cruising combination.

Maxine Moments

Maxine Waters may be the poster child for Trump Derangement Syndrome.  That syndrome for the all-consuming, blind rage that became evident after Hillary was rejected in 33 of 50 statewide elections.  Maxine is also the elected representative for California's 43d  congressional district.

Evidently, there is something called a "Mazine Moment" where she comes so completely off the rails as to be laughable.  Of course, Mamma always told me that it was impolite to laugh at retards.  But, in Maxine's case, we'll make an exception.
Earlier today, we reported that Rep. Maxine Waters (D-CA) said that Special Investigator Robert Mueller's only job was to prove that President Trump colluded with Russia during the 2016 election. Now we've got two Maxine Waters moments in one day! On the syndicated radio show The Breakfast Club, she said that Trump would be impeached by December. As in four months! She also echoed Hillary Clinton's infamous remark (which may have done more to lose Clinton the 2016 election than any possible collusion) and called the president a "deplorable human being." Waters is fueled by so much rage, by so much animosity towards Trump, that she's blindly thinking that he'll be impeached by the end of the year.
The woman is demented, although it is arguable if she is the most demented member of Congress, or for that matter, the most demented of California's delegation.

Monday, August 07, 2017

Oh, The Drama

It seems that they have implemented campus carry in Texas, and one instructor had to make a visual protest.
Smith came to class on Tuesday dressed head to waist in protective combat gear - a bulletproof vest and helmet.
Heh!  His students weren't impressed.
 Others, took to describing the educator as "dumb," an "old fool" and a "f------ liberal."  
Some of his students probably wore that same attire earlier  in their career as a condition of employment.   If I were his Dean, I'd tell him to wear it at all times on campus, inside or out, hot or cold.  And, I'd make it a condition of employment.

That would break him of sucking eggs.

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Another One of Those Gun Confiscations

Another case of those gun confiscations that never happen.  Hot Air has the dirt.
Yet another story has emerged from New York State detailing the travails of a citizen who had his firearms taken away by armed officers with a warrant. The NRA-ILA brings us the tale of Don Hall, a 70 year old Vietnam veteran who received an unpleasant visit from Sheriff’s deputies at his Talberg, N.Y. home. They informed him that the state had provided them with a writ to seize his firearms. Compliance was not voluntary and his weapons were taken.
Evidently, they had labeled him a "mental defective" to secure the writ, but the Sheriff's paperwork had many fatal errors, and Mr. Hall got a lawyer and hauled the whole bunch  of them to court.

As a 35 year police veteran, this pisses me off.   If given a detail like this, I believe I would have looked long and hard at the writ before I served it.    Every LEO I know took an oath to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution.  This flies in the face of the Second Amendment, and now that Mr. Hall has prevailed in the local courts, he should consider suing the department in the federal courts for violating his civil rights.

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

New Infantry Rifle?

The Firearm Blog is reporting:
The US Army has released a solicitation for a new 7.62mm infantry rifle to replace the M4. The Interim Combat Service Rifle program, known to be in the works since April of this year, would replace M4 Carbines in use with combat units with a new weapon in the 7.62x51mm caliber. The new solicitation requires companies to submit 7 weapons plus ancillaries for testing, and includes the promise of up to 8 Other Transaction Agreements (OTAs, non-contract transactions), leading to the eventual selection of 1 weapon for a contract of 50,000 units.
Interesting.  I'm not sure what the motivation for this project is, but it is interesting and pwill probably ignite the old caliber flame wars.The M16/M4 platform is a mature technology and is well regarded in many circles, but it seems that the body armor is an emerging technology and the Army wants something with more punch than can reliably be squeezed out of the 5.56mm.

At one point several years ago, I had opined that the perfect  service rifle would be a platform that used 6mm ammo in the vein of the .243 Winchester.  It would offer increased lethality over the 5.56, great ballistics, and lesser recoil than the 7.62mm.

Friday, August 04, 2017

Louisiana Crawfish Invading Michian

It appears that Louisiana's Red Swamp Crawfish are invigorating Michigan.  They're freaking out.
“Invasive red swamp crayfish (they're called crawfish, okay?) have been found in two Michigan locations,” media outlets reported this week with a warning from the state's nature department. The crawfish were found in a grassy area of a park and in shallow areas of a lake, prompting concern from the state of Michigan's Department of Natural Resources.
Lots more at the link.  There is a video here that I can't seem to embed, but it's worth it to click the link here. 
"The likely origin, black market food trafficking." (I rolled, laughing.  I did.)
I get it, invasive species are bad.    But these are really good to eat.  Go watch the video at the second link for some light humor.  LINKY HERE!

Thursday, August 03, 2017

Air Bag Claymore

Seeon the Book of Face.

Yeah, if that airbag ever goes off, the paramedics will be wondering, "What the hell?"

Wednesday, August 02, 2017

Glowball Warmenig, Again

It seems that some Australian scientists have been caught red-handed fudging temperature data because it didn't meet expectations.  Wait.. what?
This is just bizarre. Meteorologists were watching in real time as temperature readings from, among other places, Goulburn, located in New South Wales vanished before their eyes. The reason given was that the temperature reading in the period under study was 13 degrees Fahrenheit (or minus 10 C) and that was simply too low. But their other records clearly showed that, while definitely on the colder than usual side, that spot had previously recorded temperatures as low as 5 degrees Fahrenheit.
Yes, that's right.  If you don't like the data, just erase it.    That's very scientific.

And people wonder why I don't trust much climate science.  

Lunch Time

It was a rainy, dreary day today.  I started mowing the yard at 7:00, and by 7:05 the bottom fell out.  I pushed the mover under cover and said the he hell with it.  I had plenty to do indoors, mopping and cleaning, and laundry, plus errands to run.

About lunch time, I started digging around in the freezer and found a bag of Tater-tots.  Tater-tots ain't nothing but hashbrown potatoes, shaped in kid-friendly morsels, so I got out a good black iron skillet and put a little oil in it.  I pan-fried those tater-tots like hashbrown potatoes.  I put hem on a paper plate and grated some sharp cheddar over them.

The, fried some eggs.  Over easy.  little salt and pepper, and I was done.

After lunch, the dog and I did our afternoon chores and we're waiting Belle's return home from work.  In another hour, I'll be in the whiskey.

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

Good Doctor's Appointment

I haven't seen my Doc in over a year.  His schedule got garflungled and my schedule got garflungled, and we couldn't get it together.  Until today.

My numbers are okay.  Better than normally okay.  I'm good for another six months, when we'll try to get our act together again.

In truth, we spent most of our time talking about government regulations, and the impact of the Democrats on medicine, and how horribly wrong Obamacare is working out. Doc tells me that he spends over half his time taking care of government, rather than taking care of people.  Something is horribly out of whack, and we need to get the government out of our Doctor's offices.

But, the good news is that I'll probably live another six months.  If he thought I was in any danger, he'd have set the appointment sooner.

Background Checks

It turns out that the "overwhelming support" for Universal Background Checks on firearms purchases is not as overwhelming as it appears.

From Hot Air:
When the issue was presented in context, the support for increased background checks was less than half of what is claimed by various gun control groups, and nowhere near an overwhelming majority of those polled. The majority (53 percent) of those taking part in the NSSF survey agreed that more restrictions were not necessary. These results are further bolstered by results at the ballot box, where restrictive background check laws have seen nowhere near the 90 percent support claimed by gun control supporters.
I personally always suspected that the question was framed in a way to get an expected response.

Remember, gun control is not about guns, it is about control.  Anyone who tells you that 90% of Americans want bigger government and more government control over their lives is lying to you.

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

Monday, July 31, 2017

Southern Exceptionalism

Surfing around, I find an article posted in Politico magazine.  It's helpful to read these things sometimes to know what the unwashed intellectuals are thinking, but it turns out this idiot isn't thinking at all.
We are a special nation, uniquely founded on high ideals like freedom and equality. In practice, however, much of what sets the United States apart from other countries today is actually Southern exceptionalism. The United States would be much less exceptional in general, and in particular more like other English-speaking democracies such as Britain, Canada, Australia and New Zealand were it not for the effects on U.S. politics and culture of the American South.
I don’t mean this in a good way. A lot of the traits that make the United States exceptional these days are undesirable, like higher violence and less social mobility. Many of these differences can be attributed largely to the South.
Attributed largely to the South?  I guess that Chicago, Minneapolis, and Detroit are Southern cities?

I could go on, but I won't.  As it turns out, Chad Prather has done a memorable rebuttal in video form.  Click to watch it.

Well said, Chad, well said.

New Uniforms

The uniform store called today and said that my new uniforms were ready, so while I was running errands, I went to pick them up.  Thinking back this may the the first new issue I've had in six years.  I know it is the first new jacket I've had in ten years.  But, here in Louisiana we don't wear a jacket much, what with the glowball warmening and such.

Still, sorting them out, I noticed how "veteran" my old uniforms looked.    Tattered, faded,  and worn.  This new issue came with a vest carrier.  I bought my own three years ago, and love it.  But, holding the two side-by-side, I see that the first one is also faded and "veteran looking".   I've set it up with a spare badge and nameplate and I'll keep it as a spare, in case the new one gets soiled.  And, eventually, it will.

Our department uses the Blauer vest carrier, which holds the vest outside the shirt, and believe me, this is a much more comfortable way of wearing a vest than the old way of wearing it inside the uniform shirt.  And, the officer can retreat to a  safe space occasionally and take it off, cool off, and gather his wits.  The vest carrier also makes a bathroom emergency a whole lot more manageable.

The shirt that is worn underneath is a breathable mesh that is really nice.    Yet, all those parts that "poke out", like sleeves and collar, look just like a Class A shirt.  If you are a uniformed cop, and have to wear a vest every day, this is the most comfortable way I've found yet.

I go back to work next week, ad maybe I won't look so much like a homeless person impersonating a cop.

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Roll Yer Own

I guess it's time that we talked abut this.  Belle and I are rolling our own cigarettes.  Yeah, yeah, I know, we really should quit.  Don't go there.

Belle went to a wedding in June, and when she came back, she was all about the money people were waving by rolling their own cigarettes.  Locally, a carton of smokes is over $50.00 thank to our Democratic governor.  We have culled that expense and spend about a half-hour a day rolling our won.    Normally, we'll sit for about a half-hour, roll 40 to 50 smokes, and talk while we enjoy an after-work cocktail.

We use pipe tobacco, sold in bulk at the local smoke shop for our pleasure.  We haven't yet firmly decided on a brand, but the one we like best right now is Ohm Blue, and a one-pound bag costs about $14.00 locally.  For cigarette tubes, we use Zenn Blue filter tubes, which Belle buys from Amazon.

The injector machine is a Laramie, also found on Amazon.  Here is a look at our set-up, and some lessons learned.

First of all, put the machine in some sort of tray with a shallow lip.  A cookie sheet works good, although any tray that will catch the overflow works fine.  Belle and I use a small metal tray she found a t the Dollar Store.  It is what it is.

Second, there is a shallow learning curve with this thing.  But, after a few minutes it is entirely possible to produce cigarettes that look just like the factory-rolled alternative.Third, the cost is much less than buying factory smokes.  Belle estimates that we're spending just a bit more than a dollar a pack.  Pipe tobacco isn't taxed as heavily as cigarette tobacco.  After amortizing the machine, I estimate that we're spending about $2.50 a pack for cigarettes, which is a hell of a lot less than the over $5.00 per pack that we were spending before.

We're smoking better tobacco.  Really, we are.  As long as we intend to smoke anyway, it makes a lot of sense to save a penny here and a penny there.

If you smoke cigarettes, I recommend that you look into rolling yer own.  It saves you money in your pocketbook immediately, and it sticks it to the sin-taxing Democrats, which is just an added bonue.

Old Smith and Wesson

Not the revolver, but almost as cool.  My daughter presented me with an old (probably repo) advertising sign from Smith and Wesson.  I think that it's cooler than hell.

These are some huge .jpg files, so you can probably enlarge them for more detail, but some of the details are just cooler than hell.

And, when I saw the caliber selection, I was stumped.

I admit that I had never heard of the 38-100, but a little Googling around, and I learned that it is a rimfire cartridge..  Oh, I bet that the .38-100 was a real man-stopper.

Still, it's a great old sign and it is going to go up in my shop.  Thanks, Squirrel!

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Practice Today

After this week of funerals and etcetera, Belle and I needed a little normalcy, so we headed out to Thorn Valley for Fast Draw practice.  Six shooters today plus two new youth and we spent a couple of hours flinging wax bullets toward steel targets.

It was fun to get together with friends and talk about guns, shooting, and anything but last week.  While all the big dogs are out shooting in Colorado (there is a very major match this weekend), all us small dogs were having fun at home.

Screeching Harpy Exoneration

Kathy Griffin (hack, spit) says that she has been exonerated in the investigation of her photo where she held the replica of a severed Donald Trump head.
Comedian Kathy Griffin says she has been "completely exonerated" in the federal investigation into a late May photoshoot in which she's holding a fake bloodied head depicting President Trump.
Well, good for her.  I never understood why there was a federal investigation in the first place.  She is obviously no threat to the president . It appears that no federal laws were broken.  Good for her.

But the fact remains that her photo shoot was tasteless, crude,  and looking only for the shock value.  Griffin herself is a screeching harpy of the progressive mold.  She's neither funny nor relevant and I don't know why anyone wants to listen to what she presumes to say about today's American culture.

What Griffin (and most progressives) fail to realize is that there is a difference between violating the law, and simply being wrong.  What she did was utterly despicable, and she deserves the approbation of every thinking adult.  With any luck, her career is in tatters and she'll be relegated to working the drive-through at a local fast-food eatery.  At least there, she'll be providing a necessary service to the American public.

Friday, July 28, 2017

Three Generations

Today, after the funeral, I took those that could, to a local restaurant to get a late lunch.  After lunch, my daughter-in-law, wanted a picture of the three of us.  Of course, we complied.

Three Generations of Dezendorf  men
The guy on the left is my son, the Displaced Louisiana Guy.  We talked about everything from Glocks, to Marlins, to the Ruger Security Six (remember those) and the difference between the cylinder measurements between the K-Frame and the N-Frame.  (Measure them sometimes, the difference in length will surprise you.) We talked about leather, and red dot sights and the state of police work in Louisiana.  It was a great visit.

The kid on the right is grandson Elyas.  He's probably the smartest individual I know. During lunch, while he devoured two California Rolls (with chopsticks, no less), we discussed  his education, the upcoming solar eclipse, and the state of the coral reefs off the US Virgin Islands, which he recently visited.

The old man in the middle is PawPaw hisself.  By this point today, we had culled the neckties.

It was a hard day, with a lot of sadness at the death of our friend, but it was tempered with a good visit from family.  PawPaw, of course, picked up the tab from lunch, but it was joy to watch the kid go through two California rolls like a Hoover vacuum cleaner.

Patricia Ann Scott

I'm burying a friend today.  Patricia Ann Roshto Scott has been my friend since I met my lady.  She and Belle had been friends for many years before I came into the picture, and Ms. Pat, with her husband Jerome were staunch friends.

She and her husband, along with Belle, went to Europe for the millennium, a whirlwind tour of Europe that took them across the continent.  She and Belle liked to josh each other about "the last time we were in Paris."

Ms. Pat was a true Southern lady.  She loved her family, stood by her friends, was active in small town events and supported her community.  I can't say enough about her, except that she was a lady, a true lady in every sense of the word.

She died young, at age 58.  Basically, she had a heart attack.  Passed quickly, so quickly that those of us who loved her are still in shock.    She was moving around, laughing one day and gone the next.  We bury her this morning, and I'm about to put on a coat and tie and start toward the funeral home.

Rest in Peace, Ms. Pat.

Thursday, July 27, 2017

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

I've broken four sweats this morning.  More accurately, I broke a sweat about 7:00 this morning and was still sweating at 1:00.  So, with the chores done, I decided to come in, cool off, and see what's happening int he larger world.

It seems that General Mattis wants to do away with senseless training.    That is, training that doesn't enhance our warfighting capabilities.
One official with knowledge of the discussions surrounding the memo told Fox News, “servicemembers spending too much time on senseless training that is really a waste of time.”  One U.S. military officer said there is “too much sexual harassment training” and not enough time spent at places like the shooting range, for example.
 I concur.  During the latter years of my service, we spend a lot of time on such things as "Equal Opportunity Training", or "Sensitivity Training".  That sort of training is generally useless  The soldiers considered it a waste of time.

Secretary Mattis is right to cull this sort of nonsense.

Meanwhile, the heat index outside has exceeded triple digits (113F).  I think I'll stay in the rest of the afternoon and eat a popsicle or two.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Trump Bans Transgenders From Serving in Military

After a mornings errands, I come inside to find that President Trump has banned transgender persons from serving in the military.  From CNN (but you can find it anywhere). 
Washington (CNN)President Donald Trump announced Wednesday that he plans to reinstate a ban on transgender individuals from serving "in any capacity" in the US armed forces.
The decision reversed a policy initially approved by the Defense Department under President Barack Obama, which was still under final review, that would allow transgender individuals to openly serve in the military. Defense Secretary James Mattis announced last month that he was delaying enactment of the plan to begin allowing transgender individuals to join the US military.
Good for him, and good for our military.

Over the past several months I have spoken with a number of junior NCOs who I know and trust.  They were fairly disgusted with the Army's current policy as decreed by Obama.  There is no argument that under the Obama administration, the military became a vast social experiment.  It seemed that the liberals were using the armed services as a testing ground for social justice bullshit.

The liberals are proclaiming this as a step backwards.  That is utter hogwash.  If the military wants to experiment with true equality in the ranks, I propose a simple policy that would go a long way toward true equality based on performance.  Simply adopt one PT standard in each service.

For example, the Army's standard PT test consisted of sit-ups, push-ups, and a two-mile run.  I took that test for years, but there were two scoring matrices.   One for men, one for women.  Abolish the dual matrices and make a passing score mandatory for re-enlistment, retention, and promotion.

But that's too easy.  The social justice warriors (who are neither warriors, nor interested in social justice) simply wouldn't stand for it.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Jury Duty

A jury, pulled from the general population, is a palladium of our liberty, enshrined in our Constitution, and the citizen's best view of the judicial system.  The law, after all, and the Constitution, is vested in The People, the source of all power in our country.

All that sounds good on paper, but the simple fact of the matter is that most people don't give a flying fritter about the judicial system, preferring to avoid it at all costs.    And, the few times I've been called for jury duty, my perception is that the judiciary holds the citizenry in barely concealed contempt, treating a jury venire not unlike cattle in sale barn, shuffled from one pen to another, sorted, graded and goaded until the entire crowd is frustrated, aggravated, and discombobulated.

I was originally called for a criminal case, but the defendant, who we learned later was a bltiple offender, accused  of a violent, senseless string of acts, chose to plead guilty ranter than risk a jury trial.  He was sent away for a long time, and shouldn't be a threat to anyone for a good while.

The jury pool was forced to stand out in the hall while justice ground on the violent accused, and then we were told we wouldn't be needed for the criminal trial.  But, just down the hall, the judge there was trying a civil matter and shout  half of her jury pool had not shown up.  so we were trotted down the hall to help her.  We waited and waited and waited, and at about 2:30, a goodly number of us where sent away with instructions to call later to see if we'd be needed tomorrow.

I, like about 40 or 50 other citizens, will call the Courthouse tonight to see if our day will be ruined tomorrow.  My duty is not yet complete, it is only held in abeyance.

I stand with Mark Twain on the jury system.
We have a criminal jury system which is superior to any in the world; and its efficiency is only marred by the difficulty of finding twelve men every day who don't know anything and can't read.- 4th of July speech 1873

Monday, July 24, 2017

Jury Duty

I just called the Court house.  I've got jury duty tomorrow.  I got the notice several weeks ago, and they told me to call today to see if I'd be needed.  Yep, I have to report at 9:00.

I don't mind doing my civic duty, but I've been a cop for over 5 years.  The notice is for a criminal jury.  There is not a chance in hell that a criminal defense attorney will let me sit on a criminal jury.  My only hope is to be called early and released early.

Just damn.

Shooting with the Bushwackers

We spent yesterday driving to Silsbee, T to shoot with the Bigh Thicket Bushwackers, a club that is near and dear to our hearts.  Some of them had already departed toward Colorado, where a big match is coming up, but the remainder hosted us yesterday for a little practice shooting and  conversation on a Sunday afternoon.

Cajun Greg and Parttime sharing a conversation.
Cajun Greg and Texas Diamond sharing the line for practice
Blue Eyed Bandit and Mudcat hanging out.
Parttime and Delta Whiskey on the line.
Major D and Blue Eyed Belle
That photo above is me and my gal shooting on the line together.  We don't often get an opportunity to shoot together, side-by-side on the line.

What is a Sunday afternoon without a pit going strong?
We shot, we ate, we laughed and caught up with each other.    It was a great day, but we had to climb back into the van and return to the workaday world.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Two Days of Notnstop sShooting

We shot yesterday with the two Louisiana clubs, the Thorn Valley Shootinst Society and the Cross Branded Peacemakers.  Both Belle and Zach hit a personal best yesterday at Thorn Valley.  Zach hit a 0.431.For the uninitiated, he drew a single-action Ruger new Vaquero, cocked the revolver and hit a target 21 feet away 0.431 of a second from the time the light came on in the target. For those wondering, it takes a quarter of a second 0.250_ to blink your eye.

Belle was a bit slower.  She started her string at 0.797, which was a personal best, then hit a 0.793, and finished the string with a 0.761.    I was a proud sonofagun.  y gal is flirting with three-quarters of a second.  She got applause on each of her personal best times.

Then, we went over to the Cross Branded Peacemakers, the club we've formed.  We set up the range and prepped to accommodate new shooters.  Seventeen (17) people signed the sheet, which is the most we've ever had as a club practice.

This morning, we're heading to Silsbee, TX, to shoot with the Big Thicket Bushwackers, a fine club in east Texas.  Five of us from the Peacemakers will travel over and shot with them, because it's fun, because we love the sport and the people, and because, what the hell.

Saturday, July 22, 2017

Blast from the Past

Surfing around the Book of Face this morning, we come to this little graphic that explains the M18 Claymore Mine.

Of course, you can click it to embiggen it.  The M18 Claymore  mine entered the inventory in the late 1950s and has been in use ever since.    It is a command-detonated anti personnel mine that can be used in a variety of ways to keep the enemy at a distance, to break up attacks, and to deny terrain to the bad guys.   It can be employed single, or daisy-chained together.   With a unit cost of $119 (1993 dollars) it is inexpensive, lightweight, and easily understood.

As a matter of fact, that graphic tells you just about everything you need to know.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Trunp's New Comms Cheif

Evidently, President Trump appointed a new guy as his communications director.  Anthony Scaramucci.  Never heard of him.  But, evidently, he's already stepped on his tallywacker. with this tweet.  (and yeah, I googled around and checked it.  It looks legit.)

This Tweet from August 2012.

Hey, Anthony!  We don't give a crap what you think.  Evidently, you have no idea what common sense is.   First of all, your numbers are suspect.  Second, you really should keep your opinions to yourself.  The internet has a long memory.

I'll be surprised if this asshole has a job on Monday.

Good Move, China

It seems that China has banned poop icon Justin Beiber.  Yeah, really.
(NEWSER) – China wants to keep its arts culture pure and its crowds demure, which is why the country has banned the naughty influences of … Justin Bieber. The Guardian reports the 23-year-old pop star isn't permitted to perform in China during his Purpose World Tour stopover in Asia
I admit that I can't name a single Bieber song.  Don't care to.  

Thursday, July 20, 2017

At the Cowboy Church

We were at church Monday night, when Brother Fred  asked if I'd be willing to demonstrate Cowboy Fast Draw to a bunch of visiting children from Korea.

"Korea?" I asked?

"Yeah,", he said.  "One of the local churches hosts a group of Korean children every year as part of its ministry.  They want to show the kids America, and as part of their introduction, they bring the kids here on Thursday night, during our rodeo practice.  We let the kids get on a horse, lead them around the arena, and feed them barbecue.  We thought that it would be cool to put on a demonstration of Fast Draw."

"Well, yeah" I replied.  "I'd be happy to do that. "  I pondered for a minute.  "We're not going to let then shoot, are we?"

"No" Fred replied.  "It would take too long to do that safely.  Just a demonstration."

"Do they speak English?" I asked.

"Not a word," Fred replied.  "They have interpreters who help with the language barrier,  But I can assure you that every one of them has a smart phone, and they'll be snapping pictures like crazy."

So, PawPaw will meet the brethren at the church today about 3:00 to set up a range, help make pulled pork sandwiches and do whatever is necessary to prepare for a group of about 50 Korean kids who want to learn about America.    We'll demonstrate Cowboy Fast Draw, let then ride a horse, and generally try to make their stay in the US exciting and memorable.

It sounds like  lot of fun.

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Straight Up!

Seen on the Book of Face.  That's some straight up white trash right there.

Back in the day, I worked places like that.  I could tell y'all stories about trailer park police wor, but you wouldn't believe them.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

El Patron

The Uberti El Patron is a variant of the 1873 Cattleman revolver.  It is found in .38/357 magnum, or in .45 Long Colt.    It's an upgrade from the standard Cattleman revolver, with nicer grips and more fit and finish.  The MSRP, at $649, reflects the upgrades.

As nice as it is, I have no use for one.  I have my revolvers.  But, earlier today I was in Bass Pro Shops in Denham Springs, LA and saw on in the glass counter, so I asked to look at it.  It was in .38/357 magnum, and it had the 4.75" barrel.  I was intrigued.

Our holster maker is a big fan of the .357 magnum, a caliber for which I have a lot of affection.
Our holster maker has been making a few CFDA holsters and has been borrowing one of my revolvers so that he can properly fit the holster to the revolver.  We appreciate his efforts.
Our holster maker had a birthday last week.
Our holster maker lives in Baton Rouge, LA, just a few miles from the Bass Pro in Denham Springs.

I admit a certain affection for the .38/.357 revolver.  I have several, and spent a few years leanring the intricacy of loading for it.  It is very versatile.  I also happen to know that our holster maker has a very nice Marlin 1894C, which is an almost perfect companion piece for a single action revolver.

So, there I was, in the Bass Pro Shops, just a few miles from my holster maker's home, with a nice single action revolver in my hand, in a caliber he likes, dimensionally identical to my Cattleman that he has borrowed.    There was only one thing to do.

"Give me a 4473." I told the counter guy.

An hour later, we were at his house, where I swapped the El Patron for my Cattleman.  It was a win-win for both of us.  I got my Cattleman back, he got a revolver that he can use for holster making.

Here is a nice video about the El Patron.  I didn't realize that it comes factory standard with Wolff springs.

Happy Birthday, son.


At 7:30 this morning, the temp is 75F with 100% humidity.  Summertime in Louisiana.    the weather-weenies tell me that there is a good chance of rain today, as there has been for the past two weeks.

Belle and I are heading to Baton Rouge for a funeral.  Lightweight slacks, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a bolo tie seem to be the clothing that the weather dictates.  The funeral is at 2:00 pm, and I hope that I don't get anything on my shirt during lunch.

After the funeral, we'll be just a few minutes from Bass Pro Shops in Denham Springs.   With any luck, I see a side-trip after the funeral.

Wax Bullet Velocity Test

Many of us in the CFDA are interested in wax bullets, because they are the ammo we use in competition.  There are currently five bullets approved for use in CFDA competition, and we refer to them by color.

Bandit Bullets makes blue wax
Spitfire Bullets makes red wax
Royal Wax Bullets makes purple wax
C&R Was makes yellow wax
CFDA makes orange wax

The bullets have differing attributes.  Some shatter on the target, some stay solid on impact.  The various manufacturers all have their formulas, and CFDA shooters are always looking for the perfect bullet.  Consistency is important, as it is in all shooting.  Low ES and SD are critical to our game.   But, in the final analysis, the reasons for choosing one bullet over another are as varied as the individual shooter.  What one shooter might consider a "bug" that causes them to reject a bullet, might be considered by another shooter to be a "feature" that causes them to choose that bullet.

My buddy in Kentucky, a shooter we call Counselor, is the host and author of the Firearm Patriot Channel on YouTube.  He has undertaken to provide us with velocity testing of the various wax bullets and put his video up on YouTube yesterday.

I admit that watching someone test ammo (whether centerfire, rimfire, or CFDA was) is about as interesting as watching grass grow, but this is data that every CFDA shooter can use.  Kudos to the Counselor for this work.

Monday, July 17, 2017

The Women's March

The leading hypocrites in the Women's movement held a march this weekend to protest... something.  One of their targets was the NRA, the leading gun-rights organization in the US.  And, of course, they have the right to protest.  I support anyone's right to protest, just as I have a right to point out their hypocrisy.

Their message was consistent.
-Real men don't need guns
-No one is safe unless everyone is safe (whatever that means)
-Loaded guns under beds are bad
-The NRA doesn't respect women's rights
-The NRA is full of bigots
Google if you must, but the organizers of this march are known for blatant hypocrisy, racism, bigotry, and anti-Semitism. They're truly a hateful bunch.

Their basic hypocrisy was exposed during the march, when the organizers hired armed guards to surround them as security,   Consider that for a minute.  Armed security, because they don't like guns.  They don't like guns, unless those guns are in the holsters of men, paid to protect them from... what?

The Women's movement has become a clown show, rife with sexism, homophobia and hypocrisy.

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

Sunday, July 16, 2017


Until the mid '90s I had no idea what a tomatillo was.

One day I was working in southern Natchithces Parish along Highway 1, which runs north and south though the parish.  A Missouri Pacific crew was also working in that area, replacing cross ties.  The cross tie crews at that time were not as automated as they are now, and were comprised mostly of Mexicans.  As I watched, they broke for lunch alongside the tracks and several of the fellow, after lunch, got Wal-Mart bags and started picking a green fruit from the low vines that grew along the rocky railroad embankment.

I had seen these same vines along the tracks, they grew as a weed, and I had noticed the during the early October hunts when we would turn the beagles loose along the tracks.  looking for rabbits in the briars and tangles that grow along the edge of the railroad embankment.  I considered the little plants to be a foot-tangle and tried to avoid them, because I didn't want to be tripped while carrying a loaded shotgun.  But, I had never considered the little fruits to be edible.  Yet, here those Mexicans were picking them and putting them in Wal-Mart bags.

Eventually, my curiosity overcame my laziness, and I got out of cruiser and asked what they were picking.

"Tomatillo, senor." he replied.

"Are they any good?" I asked?

"Oh, senor, they are very good."  He extracted a pocket knife, peeled the husk, and cut a slice, extending it on the edge o the knife.

I took the slice.  "That tastes like a tomato!"

"Oh, yes, senor".  He replied.  "We use them in salsa verde and any dish that needs a tomato flavor.  And, they grow along this railroad very well.  They are a taste of Mexico."

And, that's how I became introduced to the tomatillo.  So, if you're ever walking along a railroad track, keep your eyes peeled for a small vine that looks like a tomato vine.  If you see small fruits like this, pick a few and peel them.

They are very good peeled, washed, and sautee'd with onions and bell pepper.

Welfare Bears

Seen on the Book of Face.

Heh!  Yeah, I've often wondered about that.

Tooled Leather

My son sends me a picture of tooled leather.  You may not know that the tooling must be done on a holster before it is formed.    He's making a one-piece Mexican Loop holster and the pattern is interesting.

That's nice work, and I'm interested to see it when it's done. That looks like very nice work.

Saturday, July 15, 2017


We are heading to New Roads, LA, to celebrate the 96th birthday of Belle's mother.

We do these celebrations on a rotating basis, and this time, Bell's brother gets the honor of hosting us.

We'll be gone all day.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Government Regulation

I was talking to my RN wife the other day.   I asked her how much time she spends simply complying with government regulation (either state or federal), as opposed to simply caring for patients.  She told me, after due consideration, that she spends over half her time making sure that the regulations are satisfied.

Think of that.  A registered nurse spends over half of his or her time simply complying with regulations.

Government is pernicious in our daily lives and it expanded greatly during the Obama years.  The video below highlights one such set of regulations in the New England fishing industry, and industry older than the government itself.  It seems that the government requires something called an "at-sea monitor" to be on the fishing boats to make sure that regulations are followed, and the fishermen pay for the privilege of  having the government watch over them.    This regulation threatens to put many small fishermen out of business.  This four-minute video explains:

The government reaches into every facet of our lives.  It is time to put an end to this type of interference into the lives of Americans.

So, each of you, ask yourself; how much time to you spend in your workaday world, simply complying with government regulation?  I think that the answer might surprise you.


Denial is more than a river in Egypt.  And the Democratic party is still overcome with denial.  Here, we have race-pimp Jesse Jackson proclaiming to the faithful that the election was stolen.

Yeah, sure, Jesse.  Might I suggest that a refresher course in the workings of the electoral college,?  It might do you some good to understand how we elect a president.  Or, you could just continue to display the ignorance you are known for.

Jesse loved the Obama years, not because we had a black president, but because Obama set race relations back two decades.  When race relations are good, race-baiting pimps like Jess Jackson become irrelevant, and if Jackson can't stand one thing, it's being irrelevant.  Jackson has always made his living by soaking donations from the black, working poor.   He's a race-baiting street hustler of the worst kind.  He preys on his own people, simply for his own enrichment.

Oh, how I loathe the man.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Cigarette Cases

Belle and I were talking about cigarette cases yesterday.  After I had a pack come completely apart through a combination of sweat and getting caught in a rain shower, I was bemoaning the sorry state of a common cigarette box.  (Yeah, yeah, I know all about the dangers of tobacco use.  Don't go there.)

I reminisced about the cigarette cases we used to buy in the PX, back when I was a young shavetail, and how they kept the cigarettes dry and crush-free.  In tanks, it's a by-God, absolute specification to have something that is crush-free.  She told me to go look at the tobacco shop and see what was available, so this morning, while running errands, I stopped at the tobacconist.

As it turns out, there are a selection of nice, hard plastic everyday cigarette cases available.  So, I bought three as a sampling.  The one on the left is bedazzled, and I can't see myself using it.  The one in the middle is a flip-top, with a brand name on it.  The one on the right is remarkably like the ones I used in the Army, although it cost a bit more than the 50 cents we'd pay for them at the PX.

It's amazing what you can find when you go out looking for it.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Waiting on FedEx

I have some primers ordered and FedEx gave me a delivery date for yesterday.  Haz-Mat deliveries, of course, require a signature, so I sat home yesterday until I got an email telling me that there was a deliver "exception" and it would be delayed until today.

So, I"m sitting my butt at home, waiting for FedEx to get their act together.  The time isn't a total waster.  I've mowed the lawn, cleaned out the truck, re-arranged some stuff int he garage, and generally tried to keep busy while I wait on the FedEx guy (or gal)

I do have a couple of errands I'd like to run, but I'm tied down until FedEx arrives.