Don't Pay The Ransom, I Escaped!

 I'm recovering, slowly, from the three little surgical procedures. I'm to the point of having no pain some eighty percent of the time. I'm doing more "work" than I should really be doing but I keep looking around for someone else and, whoa! There's nobody else!

 The good news is that even lifting more than I should the surgeon says I'm healing nicely, even if my belly looks like I did ten rounds with Rocky Marciano.

 Later: Linda Lou woke up and chased me to bed, I had forgot we had to go to a northern suburb of Dallas for our grandson William's Blue and Gold Dinner. So I went to the kitchen and turned the crock pot off and put it in the fridge. I had this four and a quarter pound boneless chuck roast, complete with a big ol' mess of stew vegetables. It was to the point of coming apart with the big spoon so it ought to be just fine if I put it back on "warm" until suppertime. There I was, with a Lift limit" of five pounds, messing this this. Oh well, I'm a married man, an early death is my only hope.

 I'm kinda lucky today, I hurt myself a little wrangling grandsons at the B&G Bash. At the end they were giving the helium balloons out to the little kids, Josiah, Steph's middle boy, decided to run madly 'cross the room while looking at the balloon and ran into a chair with his knee and took a big tumble. I probably shouldn't have lifted him onto my lap. Oh well, I self-performed the "turn your head and cough" drill so beloved of recruits and nothing tore. Oh, and Josiah is okay after some grandfatherly cuddling and some Momma kissing it and making it well.

 So, anyhow, pot roast tonight and leftovers for a few days more. We took some cell phone pics and I hope some other pics will be mailed from the other participants.

 So, here I sit, long past a normal person's bedtime.  the short nap I took after we got home has worn out so...

Razor Fight At The Blue Moon Lounge

So National Cut On Peter Week is over. One small hernia repaired, three Limpnas, a Squamous Cell Carcinoma and a Basel Cell removal and I'm more or less repaired.

I swear, the toughest part of the whole recovery thing is that I'm not supposed to lift anything. Ever try to have dogs and be unable to lift? Or buy groceries? Or cook? Bah. The second toughest is that the Vicoden for the pain constipates the old guy and that's no fun when one's belly has been cut open.

Oh well, the Vicoden has gone into the emergency medication drawer and I'm back on my extra strength Tylenol. Let's not talk abot the extra strength joy of plunging a tilet with said cut up belly.

So I look like the third place contestent of the Razor Fight At The Blue Moon Lounge. Meanwhile the folks at the skin cancer surgeon's office are of two minds about me. Seein' as how these procedures are long, drawn out things involving a whole lot of waiting around they ave snacks there, for free. They don't telly anyone about them, though, unless they're asked. Well, I'm the guy who tells everyone the Secret of the cookies, crackers and soups. So now they're having to buy extra stuff. Everyone but the accountant is happy about me saving them the hassle of hungry patients.

National Cut On Peter With Scalpels Week!

 So all my docs decided to do everything this week.  Tuesday I was in far north Dallas at a very smart surgeons getting a Squamous Cell Carcinoma removed from my forehead. This is better known as a skin cancer, it's one of several varieties. This coming Tuesday I have to go back and get another little skin cancer removed from my left temple. This is a different sort.of sore which name escapes me but is considered less dangerous than the one cut out yesterday.

 Today, though, was the big adventure. I went in and had a little hernia repaired where my innards were trying to escape near my belly button. Then, because I cannot just get fat like a normal old guy, no, I get these little (and big) things called Lipomas. Well, anyhow I had three on my belly that had more or less grown together so, while the other surgeon (not as smart as the skin cancer guy) was there, he cut those out too.

 The reason one of the surgeons is smarter than the other is the guy doing the skin cancer removals just about never has to drop everything and rush to the hospital in the middle of the night. Also, all the the nurses, aids and receptionists in his office are stone cuties.

 So, anyhow, I'm sitting around with humongous bandages all over me, still coming down from the assorted and sundry drugs. The skin cancer was a local, I never went to sleep. Today, out like a light. Woke up, well, came to, having not been allowed anything to eat or drink since, I dunno, maybe April 1953 or so, ragingly hungry and with one of those no caffeine headaches. I griped and said I needed coffee and a sammich, they gave me ice chips and a little baggie of wheat thins. I did not kill anyone, though, I reckon I'm mellowing in my old age.

 Eventually they told me I should eat broth the next couple of days. I mentioned something about broth's tired gray ass. So the nurse talked about the possibility being uncomfortable if I ate real food and I told her of the certainty of being uncomfortable if I didn't get something to eat. I won.

 Eventually they helped me get dressed and after I proved that I could walk the sat me in a wheelchair and the cutie wheeled me out the door

 Linda Lou cannot drive yet, she can barely get in the passenger seat, the driver's seat, the leg on that side can't swing up there yet.

 So, Patsy, my neighbor was kind enough to drive me. When we escaped from there I took her to a joint called Freebird's World Burrito. It was my first visit although I'd been passing the place for months saying I'm gonna stop there sometime and check it out. Well, today was the day. Oh My Sweet Lord. To get a burrito first one pick the size and type of tortilla. They start with sort of large and go up from there through large, humongous, and feed all the starving children of Asia that my Momma was always talkin' about back when I was a kid. I ordered the large and by the time that chubby little Mexican cutie was done that thing was the size and shape of a can of Campbell's Chunky Soup.

 It turns out that, unbeknownst to me, Patsy's son in law's best pal started the chain and she ate at the one down where he lives about every time she goes to visit. She did not know of the existence of this one. Anyhow, two people can eat a pretty fair dinner for ten to fifteen bucks, plus the price of the beer, if one drinks beer, which I don't anymore. I do eat though.

 And I had no discomfort from the real food. I did get some major league comfort from eating.

 So, from there we went to our little bantam weight supermarket's pharmacy and I turned in my scrip for some Vicoden, I sat there reading one of their magazines until it was ready and then we came home. It's kind of an adventure when one goes over speed bumps when full of new incisions. But with one of the Vicodens (I'm allowed two at a time but it doesn't hurt that bad) I do not care. Oddly I'm not sleepy, even though my sleep schedule is all cattywampus. I'm getting up when I'm used to going to bed. It's lucky that I'm only a pretend vampire, all my doctor's appointments are during daylight.

 So, anyhow, I'm kinda goofy from the meds but I'm not eating broth.

Cochise' Apache Princess And Bingo T. Pug

I don't have much to say. The Presidential Campaign has turned into a circular firing squad. Every one of these "debates" by the national "news" media is designed to give the Obama Campaign more ammunition.

At least Speaker Gingrich is fighting, I would hope that he'd learn that Mitt is not the enemy, Obama is. I realise that a candidate cannot go up against Obama until he has won the nomination but there has to be a better way to win the nomination than handing Obama ammunition.

 In local news I'm still fighting with the medications. The downside to messing around with trying this, that and the other thing is that each change takes some couple months to evaluate. So far the latest change seems to help clear up my thinking but has increased the tremors. Oh, and raised my blood pressure as one of the meds that we cut in half is a blood pressure med that "off lable" tends to help the tremors. Sigh. Anyhow we're working on it.

 And last, today: An open letter to Sarah Etheridge: Yes, Cochise Apache Princess is a half sister to your dog. Miss Priss is five years old and is from Cochise Apache War Chief and his Dam was Little Eagle. I'm not sure why you wish to speak with or (better yet, write me but I'm sure it will become clear if you do wite. I dunno what happened to the addy in my sidebar but, what the heck, it's:

 petdavis@gmail.com.

 Please don't tell Bingo very much when you write, he doesn't know he's adopted.

 Just so you know, if you know anyone who would like a good girl dog, I would love to find a new home for Princess. I'm afraid that my health will no longer allow me to really work with her and she's pretty much lost her training.

Oh, Pee On Them!

I haven't commented on the Great Controversy of the Marines caught after a video of them allegedly peeing on dead Taliban fighters. The main reason I've said nothing is that I don't much care what our guys do to those savages. The other main reason is that I know a little history.

In the Guadalcanal operation back in '42 the Marines bagged one of Admiral Tojo's sons. After they identified the body and stripped it of all possible intelligence info, they buried him.

Here is an arcane bit of military lore: To keep healthy a Marine or soldier needs a lot of water. When I was in the Southeast Asian War Games (Second Place Team, thanks to the Democrats) it was not uncommon for a guy in a rifle squad to have up to four canteens. Anyway a guy who drinks enough to stay halfway healthy pees. A lot.The services had a quaint custom of taking artillery shell canisters, planting them in the ground deep enough to have the urine stay underground. These were called "Piss Tubes." The Chaplains called 'em "Relief Tubes".

Anyhow the United States Marine Corps of WW2planted one of these piss tubes on the grave of Tojo's son. They then put up a sign saying: take a piss on Tojo's son. After that any Marine passing by took advantage. Replacements were marched past and required to use that little convenience.

If those Marines of 1942 were part of America's Greatest Generation, then those Marines were doing the right thing. Therefore, these new Marines are only guilty of putting up a video. Civilians do not need to know the details of what our warriors do. What I have not heard is the same outcry against what they do to our soldiers.

You know what is funny? I see cries for funding almost daily from outfits like the USO, Soldier's Angels and outfits like that. Why do we need need those organisations? Because the government, which controls our military, does not meet the needs of the men and women who are serving.

Here are two little suggestions.

Number One: If one has never served in one of the combat arms of the military, the only thing you should have to say about the conduct of our warriors is "Thank You."

Number Two: If you are a politician, shut up about what our combat troopers are doing until such time as Soldier Angels and the USO and all other such outfits are no longer needed. Dear politicians, until you do your job, shut up about those who are doing theirs, far better than you have done in my lifetime.

Fairly New Defense Ammunition

 It's been a while since I talked ammunition for defense and some new stuff has come out since then so...

 Buffalo Bore has some interesting stuff out.  Those who have switched from a short .38 to a .380 Auto will be pleased to know that they have a few loads that will bring that round from "better than no gun at all" to something on which one could bet one's life.

 The first of these is a 100 grain hard cast lead alloy flatnose at around 1150 feet per second. The lead ally has less friction in the bore than jacketed bullets so we get a little more weight at the highest velocities at peak pressures. This round would give the most dependable penetration of any .380 ACP and if a bullet doesn't reach the vitals it's a wasted shot. If I were a serving peace officer carrying a .380 as a backup and off duty gun I would think long and hard about this round.

 Buffalo Bore also makes two jacketed hollow points a 90 and a 95 grain bullet for those that would sacrifice some penetration for a larger diameter hole. From the pictures it looks as if one of these is a Hornady XTP JHP and the other a Speer Gold Dot hollow point. Don't bet the farm on my guess as to the bullets, I'm going by the pictures. The Buffalo Bore people suggest loading a hollow point in the chamber and the magazine filled with the lead alloy flat nose. The idea is that the first shot the attacker is most likely facing you, after that there will be arms in the way, the offender may be standing sideways, ducking, etc, all offering a more difficult path tho the ticklish spots.

 They also have a 95 grain FMJ flatpoint for those who cannot shoot lead and an 80 grain Barnes all copper hollow point, I have no idea what that one is for. It may just be prejudice on my part but I like some mass in my bullets, there are all kinds of ways to slow a bullet down but with enough mass it will always penetrate. I don't care what anyone says, I wouldn't bet my life on an expanding bullet that light. Again, though, that may simply be prejudice on my part. Since I don't carry a .380 I have no way to actually test this ammo.

 At any rate, these loads are among the best of the self defense ammo out there for this cartridge. The only equal is the stuff from Cor Bon and they don't seem to have the lead alloy flatpoint.

 Buffalo Bore also has some .38 and .357 ammo for those small framed wheelguns that are still so popular. The one that really caught my eye is their near copy of the handload I developed for my Ruger SP 101.  My handload is a Speer or Hornady lead semi-wadcutter hollow point in front of enough Bullseye, Unique or TiteGroup to make 1000 fps out of my three inch barrel. Well, Buffalo Bore does this with a lead semiwadcutter hollow point with a gas check on the base to reduce leading. They also have that same bullet at 850 fps for those shooting those ultralight revolvers that are easy to carry but kick like an angry mule.

 When I started carrying my little SP101 I did a lot of testing with the Speer and Hornady bullets at velocities from 800 fps on up to over 1100 fps. I found that once I passed 1000 fps recoil got obnoxious and slowed me way down for repeat shots. Oh, and leading became awful. At 1000 fps leading was there but if I cleaned the gun after a couple of cylinder fulls, I could live with it. And the home cast alloy bullets I used for practice worked fine.

 At any rate, anything above 800 fps gave me plenty of penetration in my test media. The higher velocities gave me about the same penetration, just a bigger diameter hole.

 If I carried any of these short .38s or .357s I'd look very hard at the 1000 fps load. The 850 fps load is about the same as the Winchester or Remington FBI load, the only difference is the gas check. I'm not sure that the convenience of the gas check is wrth the added cost, but then my little revolver shoots lead just fine. If I had an old, pitted bore that leaded badly, well I might feel different.

 I usually don't much like jacketed hollow points in the short barreled revolvers. Most loads won't reliably expand with the lower velocities until we reduce the bullet weight so much that penetration gets iffy. Expansion in jacketed hollowpoints has got more reliable since about the late '70s but there aren't many I would trust out of a short barreled .38.  One of these is the Hornady XTP. If your load hits 850 fps you will get reliable expansion from those. Another is the Speer Gold Dot. They have a little 135 grain Gold Dot with a humongus hollow nose, the copper jacket is electroplated on. Those bullets will not come apart.  Funny story, though. The gunwriter Ross Seyfried told of loading these bullets in a short barreled revolver and tying to use them for the coup de grace on a downed elk. The bullet hit the thick part of the skull, flattened out and really, really made that elk angry. He claimed it got downright exciting as no one had their rifle at the ready. Note to self: do not hunt elk with a short barreled .38. There is a world of difference between human bones and the thick part of an elk's skull though. If one wishes to carry jacketed hollow point in a short .38 it's really hard to beat the Speer 135 grain short barrel load.My Linda Lou prefers this load over the old FBI lead hollow point because it kicks less and there is sightly less report.

 Anyhow. Buffalo Bore has a lot of interesting loads. If, for some strange reason, I decided to carry one or two of my Colt Single Action Army clones for defense I would look long and hard at their full wadcutter anti-personnel round. Actually, there would be good reason to carry one of those revolvers if I were, say, out in the country, carrying openly. Anyhow a 225 grain full wadcutter at around 1000-1100 fps from a five and a half inch barrel down to around 850 from one of those two inch Taurus Titanium revolvers is nothing I'd volunteer to stand in front of. Come to think about it, I'm not sure about volunteering to shoot a .22 ounce .45 but then I'm not a tough guy like one sees at the gun shops. Heck, I don't even wear camouflage when in town.

 One thing I have noticed is how expensive this factory ammo is. Some "experts" say not to trust ammo and gun combinations until you've fired at least four hundred rounds with nary a bobble. That costs more than my first few cars. Put together. Today most defense ammo is sold in 20 round boxes. I contend that if your gun gets through at least two of those little boxes, starting from a clean gun and goes through both boxes with at least one full of each of your carry magazines, you should be good to go. You can go with the rest of your practice with plain vanilla or handloaded ammo. Of course if you have twelve carry magazines of 17 rounds each, that's a lot of ammo to prove your loads. Sorry.

 Some of the best news in ammunition is the low flash powders that have been developed. It wasn't long ago that shooting, say, a four inch .357 was like setting off a flash-bang grenade. The Buffalo Bore guys have a complete line of anti-personnel ammo with low flash powder. And much of it is low recoil-low report ammo, too. Of course, there's only so far one can go to reduce recoil.

These days most of the research into handgun defensive ammunition is geared toward the autoloaders, the .380, the Nine MM Para, the .40 S&W,  and even the good old .45 ACP.  Still, some of this research has bled over to the wheelgun rounds.

 Anyhow, if you need to have factory ammo in your defense guns. Buffalo Bore is a good place to start.

Slow And Stupid

I haven't been around much lately because we're experimenting with my medications. The meds that do well controlling my tremors make it difficult for me to talk and think. It's as if I'm shedding IQ points like the leaves in late fall. Meanwhile there is a regimen that I can think with, unfortunately I can barely feed myself because I shake so badly I cannot keep food on a spoon, much less a fork.

So, instead of blogging I spend most of my time snoozing, reading silly books and watching the teevee. Of course, bein' almost pure D deef doesn't much help the television experience, but then there never has been much to the television experience, anyway.

 So I don't really know when I'll be back but I'm not on the wrong side of the flowers, yet, just sitting around being old and grumpy. 

One Less Hydraphobey Skunk!

 Haven't had much to write about lately, a lot going on but it seems that by the time I find out about it, then think of something to say, someone else has already said it.

 So, I was polishing the all brass shotshells I use in Cowboy Action Shooting and doing a little other cleaning of my various accountrements when I finally turned on the Internet and discovered that Kim Jong Il is seriously dead. I hope the readers can forgive me for hoping it was painful and frightening.

 Korea is an interesting experiment. In the South we have Capitalism, in the North, Stalinism. It's funny, the difference. Two countries with the same people, genetically, the same resources, the same climate and topography. One county starving, the other country well fed.

 I managed to spend my late teens and early twenties kicking around the Orient, courtesy of my then wealthy Uncle Samuel.  I never got to spend much time in the Republic of Korea but I did visit, Older Koreans were kind of scrawny, by the time the post-Korean War kids had grown up they were towering over their grandparents. That's South Korea. North Korea, why there was no growth spurt. Most of the younger generation of the north are functionally mentally retarded through malnutrition.

 I wonder what is going to happen when that whole house of cards in the DRPK collapses. Is the poor excuse for a government going to be able to transition to a new "leader"? If not, what happens? The only way they'll keep the starving people in is with the military. Meanwhile, that military is on it's last legs. Yes, they have a bazillion obsolete artillery tubes dug into tunnels near the North-South border. That would be even more scary if only the artillerymen were nor so malnourished that they can hardly handle the shells these days.

 So, the North Koreans coming over the Chinese borders won't be too much trouble, the Chinese have never fainted at the sight of Korean blood. It's the ones coming south or, worse yet, if Korea is again unified, it will take at least a generation, more likely two or three, before the North Koreans are healthy enough to be useful in a modern society. This means they'll need to be cared for. Question is, by whom?

 Oddly, with the evidence of the two Koreas, the two halves of Germany and the way Cubans are still betting their lives on getting to Florida, people still believe that Socialism can work. Sigh.