The Incredible Stupidity Of "Our Betters"

 I cannot stop marveling about how all of these "really smart" people are so durned stupid. We have that human(?) gaffe machine, Joe Biden, going around with nothing but babbling idiocy coming out of his pie hole and then all these high priced politicians and journalists, university professors and city folks telling me we should be listening to him about United States firearm policy.

 So, what does "Sheriff Joe" tell a woman about protecting herself? Well, the first thing is that it is incredibly sexist for him to tell her what she needs. Women are not generally too stupid to figure out what works for them." Hello, sweet young thing, you're too silly to know how to aim a rifle so take this shotgun."

 Now it is true that I do not particularly care for the AR-15 platform. I like the .223/5.56mm cartridge but only as a varmint round. That is my personal belief, many people differ. I am not smart enough to know what a complete stranger needs. That's probably why I'm not in politics.

 So, now this paragon of human intelligence tells this stranger to get a shotgun. The truth is, at normal defense distance, a shotgun must be aimed as carefully as a rifle. And, except for the reduced recoil loads it takes a whole lot of seasoning before the averaged-sized women can get aimed repeat shots off quickly from the major bore shotguns. Please note I did not say one couldn't.

 One thing I've noticed in my life is that it is actually easier to get a woman up to a basic level of competence with firearms than it is a man. Other experienced shooters say the same. Theories differ, I believe it is because boys learn how to shoot from those Hollywood idiots. When I was a child it was movies with cowboys holding six shooters with hundred round cylinders and holding full charged black powder .45s so that the recoil from a real round would put that shootin' iron about an inch deep into their foreheads. Along with a lot of other drivel. Today it's more of the same, plus holding the pistol sideways and bullets blowing people 'cross the room, out the window and into parked cars halfway down the block. I'm not persactly sure why little girls don't fall for this, maybe girls really are smarter than boys. Or, maybe women just listen better.

 Anyhow, Sheriff Joe wants a women to go out on the balcony (what if she doesn't have one?) and fire off a couple of blasts. Of course HIS wife can just call the Secret Service. All the other women would have violated the law about firing inside the city limits, plus several other laws, some felonies. Of course Biden's wife, even if he were still a lowly Senator, would probably get off because of the Gregory Rule. And if anyone were injured by one of those projectiles the injured person would be prosecuted for bothering Someone Important. The rest of us would be taken downtown. Assuming, of course, that we survived emptying our gun in the air in face of a threat.

 And, THIS is the fellow we are supposed to listen to?

 And we are supposed to take our tax advice from a clutch of tax cheats. and our economic advice from a President who has no record of ever even running a lemonade stand, much less a business. Unless there is more about that Choom Gang than we have heard.

 We have somehow manged to let a whole lot of very stupid people into positions of power. One thing, the spell checker here says Biden is a mistake. The spell checker is right.

Recovering, Slowly.

 I really need to write about something else but, truth be told, I'm pretty busy. I got my stitches out the other day and the vascular surgeon took me off that extra blood thinner I was on, thank you, Lord. I kept bleeding in odd places. An itty bitty scratch on my elbow would start itching and I'd scratch it without thinking and the next thing I knew, blood all over everywhere. Blow my nose a little too hard and a red mustache. Anyhow, think I need plenty of red meat for a while.

 One of the nearby stores is having a sale on spare ribs, think I'll buy a big rack and a couple of bottles of brown sugar BBQ sauce. Put it all in the crock pot and hurt myself. After all I ate a salad two years ago. Or was it three?

 I, like most decent human beings, am still in a state of shock over this company selling "desensitizing" targets of pregnant women, old men, mothers with small children. They allege that these are to prevent loss of life, meanwhile every one of these targets are of a person who may well be a legitimate armed citizen, with a legal firearm who might well be using that firearm to protect herself, or himself. For instance, that old man with the double barreled shotgun is depicted in what would probably be his own home. Or is there a sudden rash of septuagenarian home invaders I haven't heard about? Meanwhile the company isn't saying which government agency asked for these targets. Seems they're poking a bear with a short stick.

Dear Government

 Well, we had another State of the Union speech tonight, too bad you idiots cannot seem to grasp that there is no way we can keep spending our grandchildren's money. They haven't earned it yet and the debt you are piling on them will keep them from earning it. Oh, and while I'm on the subject of kids and money, you clowns have seen to it that today's college graduates are saddled with so much student loan debt that they cannot work at starting wages.  Do you clowns really think you can live your opulent lifestyles if there is no money? Are you really all that stupid?

 I see that you are still on this "reasonable gun control" kick. Government, you still have yet to explain why it took so long to get to that school in Sandy Hook. If your people are going to fart around so long before going into a school filled with six year old children while some nutcase is shooting them, why should we listen to you?

 Oh, and it seems that this Chris Dorner fellow might be dead in a burned out cabin up in the hills. You government types are claiming that "only the police and military should be equipped with magazines holding more than X number of rounds." Then you hire a nutbag for a cop. He, allegedly, goes on a killing spree after he fails to complete his probationary period. Okay, mistakes happen.

 You hired the wrong guy. It happens and not just in police work. Heck, we have entire government agencies filled with the wrong guys. It happens in private industry, too. And, you did the right thing, you got rid of that wrong guy. It's really rare that the let go guy turns on you, so that's not your fault either. So, let's talk about what is your fault.

 You do not get to have panicky jerks lighting up and wounding two small Hispanic women in the wrong kind of truck when you are looking for one very large African American man. Sorry, that is beyond the pale. Further, you do not get to leave these panicky jerks out in public. What, exactly, would happen to a non police person shooting up two strangers who are not charged with any crime? I do not know about La La Land but out here in Resume Speed, Texas, said panicky jerk would be locked up while the DA's office would be arguing over Ag Assault with a deadly weapon and Attempted Murder. Yet I have read nothing about criminal charges.

 And I have read of yet another truck shot up, this time with no injuries, praise the Lord and no thanks to you government types. Again, no criminal charges. You don't get to do that. Police do not get to shoot up cars and people that only vaguely resemble bad guys, it breaks the contract between citizens and government.

 There is a lot of that going on. And it needs to stop. Our system relies on "the consent of the governed". The last big survey, before your panicky jerks started shooting up people that in no way resembled Chris Dorner, said that some 53% of citizens thought government was endangering their liberty. Wonder what that number is like now?

 Meanwhile, please don't tell us that "only the police and military should have these weapons." Y'all sure don't seem to be able to prove it.

The Home Care Nurse Warning: TMI!

 In my continuing battle with Golden Years My Butt I sat down on the pot for my first dump since my Tuesday surgical procedure. Seems the various pain meds and and the ones that kept me still and quiet while they hacked holes in my groin tend to stop one up. So I sat down on the pot and promply stopped up the terlet.

 So I was fighting that with the plunger and that drill widget when the home health care nurse showed up to check out Linda Lou. The poor home health care nurse just knew I was being eaten by crocodiles or run over by a rhino.

 Well, anyhow the nurse changed the dressing on Linda Lou's knee and did everything according to the book. She was then nice enough to change the dressing on my two incisions and it seems they are healing nicely. Oddly the right side is more bruised up than the left side but the left is a little more painful. It's not unbearable, it doesn't hurt to stand, walk, sit or lie down, the pain is when I go from sitting to standing or standing to sitting. Since nobody planned on cutting the right side, nobody shaved it which makes the daily dressing change an adventure.

 It's not unbearable, though and the Doc says that my activities are "as tolerated". So I told Linda Lou that I can't tolerate her arguing with me. I am doing no major cooking, I fed her a microwave Panini and BBQ Baked Lays chips and then the next night we made a supper out of Chili con queso on tortilla chips.That's the Ro-Tel tomatoes and green chiles and a tad of regular Salsa Picante and Velveeta. Think I'll go back to regular cooking tomorrow.I have some really pretty skinless, boneless chicken breats and a couple of nice ribeyes in the freezer. Sure don't want 'em to be in there long enough for freezer burn.

 Linda Lou is also healing nicely. Her stitches are already out. The physical terrorist came by and she's starting on her routine. The last batch had her riding the bus to the county seat where they had a physical therapy pool and then to the little dorf nearest us for dry land PT.

 In other news the drunken neighbor that insists my German Shepherd is a dangerous attack dog has his big dogs running loose, One of which dug under my fence to get to CAP.I haven't managed to get close enough to him to dust him with the number nine birdshot from a .45 Colt shotshell yet. I would really like to simply sting his butt with no permanent damage but I can't have him teaching Princess how to get out. I'll try again after my morning pills when my hand is steadier. I hate to hurt critters.

 The good news is that I got the pot unplugged and, eventually, the nasty water off the floor in there. I think the next time I have a surgical procedure I'll go use the John at Wally World or Mickey D's.

 Yeah, well I warned you.

Round Up The Illegal Guns!

 Ever wonder why Nanny Bloomberg and the Chicago Pansy Rham and the rest of those clowns are always bothering legal gun shops out of their jurisdictions? If they're so wound up about illegal guns, why don't they go after them on their own turf? It's not as if they care about the Fourth Amendment and, by the time the court case wended it's way up the chain to the Supreme Court the guns would have been destroyed and they would be long out of office.

 No, the reason they don't go after the guns is because the guns that cause all the trouble in the big cities are in the hands of gang bangers who don't give a rat's patootie about what Nanny Bloomberg wants. Nor would said gangbangers give up their illegal firearms, they'd fight. They wouldn't fight particularly well, of course but there would still be plenty of those big police funerals and lots and lots of wounded police eating up the municipal budget.

 To get rid of the gangs would require major battles inside our urban areas. And it wouldn't be won without a very high cost in lives, including citizens caught in the crossfire. More citizens than cops and gangbangers combined, more likely.  And if they really went after the gangs, the gangs would not just go after the police but, also the politicos.

 Let's extrapolate. Suppose Feinstein gets her dream bill signed into law. A whole lot of Americans would be faced with a choise, register or even have to turn them in or become criminals. I would guess, off the top of my head, that at least ten percent would oil their shooters up and hide them. At the rate the politicos are going, it's liable to be far more than ten percent. It is very diffifcult to have much respect for the federal law when the federal government, which is not empowered to spend a dime without a budget has been four years without a budget. If Congress won't obey the law, why should anyone?

 About one third of Americans own one or more firearms. DiFi wants to turn those Americans into criminals.

Itty Bitty Miniature Miners Had To Work Overtime

 The pans all went to the hot place, I was supposed to get the stent put in while Linda Lou was still in the rehab hospital, instead they discharged her the day before I was scheduled for the procedure. So, instead, I picked her up and we spent the night at our daughter and son in law's house. So, we played with the grandsons some and the next morning Dean drove me to the hospital and stayed with me for an hour or so, then he went home.His job allows him to work from home most of the time, except for when it's a face to face thing.

 The next thing I knew I was in the recovery room to find that the procedure took three times as long as they'd planned. I'm a little fuzzy on the details but what they do is make an incision in the groin, then they send in a bunch of itty bitty miners to dig out the blockage and then shore it up so the artery stays open, then the itty bitty miners go to the saloon and chase the itty bitty saloon girls.

 So they went in and found they could not dig through the collapsed tunnel, so they pulled them all out, made an incision on the other side of my groin, worked their way up and found that this tunnel was half blocked. So they dug it out, shored it up and grafted a new tunnel leading to the blocked artery, then they sewed me up and made me stay overnight. I'm pretty sure those itty bitty miners were too tired to chase the itty bitty saloon girls.

 Anyhow after some hospital trials and tribulations they let me out the next morning, Stephanie and Linda Lou came and bailed me out. Nothing really hurts but the sewn up incisions and those only hurt when I am going from standing to sitting or vice versa. I'm kind of glad Obamacare isn't fully implemented yet, I think if it was they'd have offered me the blue pill.

 Anyhow, we got back to Dean and Steph's and after resting a tad we loaded up the car and drove out here to Resume Speed, Texas. Lat night there was some exciting weather, high winds and torrents of rain, I knew nothing of it because I was pretty well out of it. Poor Princess was stuck in the back yard through it all, Bingo T. Pug was next door.

 We stopped on the way home to pick up Linda Lou's new glasses and then stopped to get our mountain of medications. I'd dropped Linda Lou off at Wally World for her glasses, then put the scripts in at the drive up window, went back and lo and behold there was one of those little electric buggy things right there at the parking spot so I rode around, found Linda Lou and we went back to the pharmacy, I carried my book in and read until the seventeen scripts were filled.

 I'm not quite sure what I've done to make the taxpayers spend so much money on me, they just think I'm lovable I reckon. It's funny though, our health insurance premiums did not go down when the government told them that they are now my secondary insurance, Medicare is my primary. So, thank you, taxpayers. The thing I dislike most about Medicare and Social Security is how few people say thank you and how many say I want more.

 Anyhow, I'm alive and home and now I'm getting off this computer and going into the living room and give Bingo T. Pug the lap he has been missing. While I was gone I recorded some old Gunsmokes and some Bonanzas, as well as Silverado.

God Takes Care Of Children, Fools And Drunks.

 I overslept today, having a three PM appointment at Medical City, Dallas for my presurgery tests and paperwork. So I left the house without eating and scurried on my way to get there, forgetting little details like gassing up the car and getting some cash. I got to Medical City on time and sailed through my tests and paperwork, it took about an hour and a half, by then I was hungry enough to start crying, but I didn't.

 I marched to the ATM in the building atrium and plugged my card in, punched in my P. I. N. and got an error, I'd forgot my PIN. So I called Linda Lou, she couldn't remember my P. I. N., either. So, there I was, with the car in their parking garage, without any cash to get it out, and no, the garage wouldn't take my card.

 So, I called Linda Lou back, luckily our youngest boy works in a bank, not too far away, he slid down with Linda Lou's card and her P. I. N. written down. I marched back to the ATM and HER P. I. N. didn't work.  Shucks, and other comments. Meanwhile, Micheal had driven off, me still broke with the car in the parking garage. So, I called Michel back, got him turned around and got him to take his card and get a little cash. Tonight I do not hate cell phones as much as usual.

 I paid the ransom on our asexual grandparentmobile and went and bought gas, at least I can still remember my ZIP code. To use the card as a credit card for buying gas at the pump requires the ZIP.  The handbook for our car claims a twenty gallon fuel tank. The fill up took a little more than twenty-one gallons.  The car gas one of those distance to empty widgets on it and I've run it down to zero plenty of times. I've always planned on loading a couple of the lawn mower gas cans on and when the D to E  thing reads zero to push the trip odometer and see how far I could go. Well, I was kind of frazzled when I left from home and I think I read like ten or twelve on the D to E. And I drove to north Dallas, about sixty miles.

 God takes care of children and fools.  and He took care of me while I was drunk all those years, not to mention everyone I didn't kill while drunk.

 I finally got to the rehab hospital to see Linda Lou, they're letting her come home Monday. The original plan was for me to get this stent put in while she was still in the hospital. The new plan is for me to pick her up, take her to Stephanie's and spend the night with them, have one of the kids drive me to the hospital, call them when I'm ready to leave, spend that night with them and go home the next day. Bingo T. Pug will spend the night with Patsy.

 Anyhow, that was my big adventure. I'm not quite sure how I constantly get myself into these messes but, there we are.

The Socialist Educrat Taking Over The Service Academies?

 So I was over at the Puppy Blender's Site yesterday and  saw where some kind of Terrorism Center at the United States Military at West Point, the place where they turn promising high school grads into embryo professional Army Officers, put out a report saying that the biggest danger of terrorism is from right wing Americans. The guy responsible for this "report" is the boss of the Sociology  Dept.

 I'm not sure where he got any evidence of right wing terrorism from Americans, Seems the terrorism is coming from Muslims and the left. The NRA has set no firebombs or attacked any research center like the Animal Liberation Front and The Earth Liberation Front. And The Southern Baptists may disapprove of dancing but haven't set off any bombs . The loser Nazis and KKK types are all left wing, contrary to scholarly opinion, since most "scholars" looking into things like this try to excuse the slaughters of Mao and Stalin and claim that if only they were in charge, this time socialism will work.

 I believe it was Thomas Sowell who popularized the saying "an idea so stupid only an intellectual could believe it."

 This clown, teaching the young men and women who will be released to care for the very lives of their soldiers is in the wrong line of work. He should be standing on a street corner somewhere, ranting and raging against the very people who paid the taxes to fund the left wing centers that filled his mind with utter drivel.

 There is no danger of terrorism from the people who go to rallies and leave the parks cleaner than they found them. The State and Federal Governments could actually save a little mone. Simply announce some policy that only a University Womyn's Study Professor could want, the TEA Party folks will show up, when they leave the Capitol Grounds would be squeaky clean.

 Meanwhile the drug gangs have taken over large swaths of our biggest cities, the border security is a lame joke and we are borrowing forty-one cents of every dollar we spend. And we are spending this money illegally, the Senate has stopped the voting on the National Budget. Now I'm just a pore dumb redneck who got his GED in the Service and never finished college but I seem to remember from my high school classes that there must be a budget, continuing resolutions don't make it.

 Yet the right is the danger. Um-hmm. And this clown is indoctrinating our future military leaders. Or trying to. Thank God these kids will all be in the care of long time Sergeants. These ideas will get our soldiers killed. Worse, these ideas will lead to officers who do not understand what the military is for. Of course we already have that with the Generals tamely accepting the "green on blue" murders in Afghanistan.. Hint to the politicians wearing uniforms:  The military doesn't rebuild societies. The military goes in, kills people and breaks things until the bad guys scream' Oh, God! Please stop!" Then can come the State Department and the Peace Corps. And the military goes back to it's best job, standing around looking so fierce that nobody wants to start something. And the military is failing at that job. Our ground troops are worn out from repeated deployments, our ships are pretty much decrepit and our aircraft aging. Worse, we're sending lightly armed infantry where we should be sending tactical nukes.

 We have tried, since at least the Bush 41 Administration, to just kill the bad guys and we try to avoid a war with Islam. Which sounds good but we simply cannot raise enough infantry to kill Jihadis as fast as the Madrasas make them. If we kill twenty of them and they kill one of ours, they win. We simply do not have the young men to fill up the ranks of the riflemen. The days of taking farm boys in and tying a strand of straw to one shoe and hay to the other, teaching them to march by counting out hay foot, straw foot, handing them a musket differing only in cosmetics from the squirrel rife at home and having them march in formation, by the regiment up and fire once and give them the bayonet, those days are long gone. Heck, we don't have many farm boys left.

 Today a PFC is probably smarter than at least half of the kids his age on a college campus and is certainly in better shape. Meanwhile the Madrasas churn out thousands of young men who only know the commandments of Jihad. And they are willing to tape explosives to their crotch and get on an airliner. They are willing to put explosive vests on and kill themselves to take out a Corporal. Their leaders are willing to seek out the mentally challenged and tape bombs to them. Funny how those leaders are too important to die themselves.

 We aren't going to win this fight until we take it to Saudi Arabia and to Pakistan, and the rest of those places that teach the killing of Infidels.

 And the Service Academies are teaching the young leaders of our armed forces that Uncle Bill, the deer hunting, tax paying veteran is the real enemy. Somehow I think our tax dollars, not to mention the forty-one borrowed cents out of every dollar the federal government spends are wasted.

Almost Stupid Enough To Believe A Democrat

 So Linda Lou is on her way to the Rehab Hospital, she should be going there later today or on Saturday. Meanwhile, my Neuro Doc gave me a new prescription to help with my shakes. Unfortunately it makes me real sleepy and unambitious, also seems to make me even stupider than normal.

 I cannot seem to get too interested in the destruction of my country due to the clown car administration. Someone please tell me if this batch of inflamed anuses screaming for raised taxes: does even one of these clowns actually pay his or her taxes or do they all screech for higher taxes on the mom and pop businesses while doing everything possible to avoid their own? They all seem to know full well that any tax increase can be avoided by their own little army of lawyers and accountants. does Obama know even one honest person?

 Kind of like gun control, they all know that no matter what laws are made for me, their little armies of gun-toting thugs, er, security will be unaffected. Oh well, it doesn't bother me as mine all went down in that tragic canoe accident. Funny, though, I was reading Rachel Lucas' blog the other day and it seems that, while she was in Italy her family all went out on some kind of hillbilly picnic and barbecue and all HER guns went down in a canoe accident, too. Oh well, it seems that learning canoe paddling is difficult. 'Specially for rednecks like me and hillbillies like Rachel's family. And maybe others. Seems that learning canoe is a big deal these days. And with all these gun grabbin' S.O.B.s around everyone is takin' their iron everywhere they go.

 I read that after that New York newspaper published the names and addresses of the pistol permit holders at least two burglaries have been reported of those houses. Oddly the newspaper reporting the crimes is a newspaper in the United Kingdom. Seems the Brit papers are doing the work American papers won't do. Y'know, it's bad enough we have uninformed voters, do we have to have deliberately misinformed voters? If we only had honest newspapers. Sigh. When the shootin' starts we'll have to burn down all the J-Schools.

 Whoa! Just spilled the brine from the jar, tryin' to get the last few olives out. Stupid pills. I understand the biggest problem of the "homeless" population. There are pills that can make many, if not most, of the mentally ill able to live outside of the big old mental hospitals that were so infamous for their ill treatment of the mentally ill. Trouble is, most of those pills have unpleasant side effects, kind of like this new pill. My Doc says to give these pills awhile, I should, and that is the operative word, should, become accustomed to them. Until then? Well, the mentally ill simply refuse to take those pills, and I'm not sure I blame them if the effects are worse than the ones I'm having. If, as promised, we had the halfway houses and such where the mentally ill could be required to take those pills or, back to the loony bin,  We don't have that, we have the streets. So, instead of people trained to handle the mentally ill, we have law enforcement officers.

 If it were not for the mentally ill and addiction, we wouldn't HAVE a homeless problem. We'd have a few camps on the edge of towns where the bindlestiffs hung out until they found a temporary job and a room, until the next time the wanderlust hit them. They weren't a big problem, a chicken went into the pot once in a while, a shirt off the chothes line but they weren't pooping in doorways like we have now. Nor did bindlestiffs shoot up schools, although there used to be iron in some of those packs. I grew up in a railroad town. We used to go shooting in a gully just outside town and the traveling bums used to camp at the bridge, right where the gully joined The Creek. So, we'd see them all the time, when we got into our teens we'd always bring a couple of cans of something, leftovers from roasts and such, we'd be welcome to eat at their camp as long as we brought something. These men (and a few women) were not like today's homeless, sure, if there was a bottle it'd disappear quick enough but, then see what happens to a bottle at a hunting camp, after the guns are put away and the lies discussions started. No, those men were always with us, in the old west they rode the grubline, in my boyhood they followed the harvests. I dunno what they do today, the harvests are done by illegals, the society is so papered and controlled.

 Anyhow, I'd really like to see an honest study of that pills these shooters of today had taken and were taking . what pills they had been put on but quit because of side effects. Columbine, VA Tech, the Colorado theater shooter, pretty much all of them had mental problems and they all had fathers who were either gone or were very distant.

 I also wonder why Obama had all those kids around him when he was speechifying about guns but that he never seemed to give a rat's patootie about all those mostly black, mostly young murder victims of Chicago, where they have perfect gun control laws.

 Well, anyway, here is the deal, I'm going to keep taking these pills until my next visit with the Neuro Doc. Unless the increasing dose make me unable to drive. If anyone reading this notices me starting to approve of this clown car administration, though, PLEASE come and take those pills away from me. I'd rather shake.

 Well, we went up to the kid's place on Sunday, it started with a belated B'Day Party for William at some place called "Jump Street". You know those bounce castles folks rent out? Well it seems there is this big ol' warehouse like structure with huge "carpets" of those bounce balloon type things and folks pay to let their kids bounce around, lookin' the fool. And no soundproofing.  I am reasonably sure that the place would fail an EPA noise test. I looked, no soundproofing. I ended up sitting in the car, reading No Greater Courage, a novel of the Civil War Battle of Fredericksburg.

 From there we went to the kid's house and, at 5:30 AM, got up to go to the hospital. I made the mistake of not turning on the car radio for traffic reports as soon as we got in, when I was actually on the off ramp/on ramp to the "freeway" the herd slowed to a near standstill. I turned on the radio then and got the word that there was some accident up ahead that had all but one lane closed and we should take an alternate route. Oh, Bother! and other colorful phrases. So it took maybe twenty minutes to the next exit where we bailed. Eventually we got to the hospital, after some more trials and tribulations, did I mention that I don't like cities and don't like traffic, we got to the hospital.

 We had got some calls before, one saying that, due to a cancellations, Linda Lou' surgery had been moved up a couple hours, one saying, no, we should go in at the original scheduled time. Mmmph. So we managed to make it at the time we were supposed to be there, only to find we were at the wrong end of the hospital. We eventually manged to get to the right place and, waited.

 They finally came and got us and put us in a little pre-op room where folks poked and prodded, took temps and pressures and asked the same questions, over and over. Eventually someone noticed that the room was flooding, seems it was a bathroom shared with the next little pre-op room and someone left the sink running with a plugged drain. It wasn't me.

 Then they took Linda Lou away and I went back to the day surgery waiting room. They had one little desk there with an electric outlet so I set up the laptop and tried to read The Puppyblender and Frnak J and all the rest of my routine, just like always. Pamibe didn't have anything new, she's making up for it today, though, and I found that I was too tired and grumpy (not worried, though. Me worry?) to concentrate so I started watching YouTube videoes. I eventually found a string of around a bazillion Pug shorts so that's what I was doing.  Eventually I had around twelve thousand little kids around, watching Pugs. I'm not sure but I think a couple neighboring Preschools let out and sent their kids, too. Oh, well, it kept the kids occupied and let grandparents and wives and husbands sit and worry.

 Eventually Doc Buch came in and told be he was all through and her knee had been a mess. I asked him if he thought we'd come all that way to let him mess with a perfectly good knee? He made comments about me making an office in the waiting room and I said I'd take whatever comfort I could find. anyway e told me they'd come get me in a while and tell me where in the hospital they'd spirited my Linda Lou. So, I sat. Then I sat some more. Finally, I went don the hall to pee and then, thinking that maybe they'd come in while I was gone, went and asked. Everyone had pretty much gone home and so they chewed me out for doing what the Doc told me. always ask the nurse, she said. Excuse me, lady. I'm a married man and my Linda Lou doesn't like it when some other woman orders me around, that's HER job.

 So, anyhow, I finally saw Linda Lou, she's okay.

 I waited until past dark and after the very worst of the afternoon traffic had subsided and then I drove home to dogs that were very glad to see me.  CAP was lucky enough that the precip had waited until after I was home, Bigo T. Pug was at Patsy's. So, I got home, fixed a big fat turkey pastrami and cheddar on pumpernickel and a can of Van Camp's  Pork'n'beans with a couple pickle wedges. Then I watched old Gunsmokes and Bonanzas we'd recorded on The Western Channel, went to bed and woke up with snow.

 and so, now I've got Linda Lou's computer hooked up to my broadband, if I had a router, and knew what to do with it I could be in the living room.Instead, Bingo and I are in my cramped and overfull "study/reloading room. Princess is wandering the house, lookin' for her Mama.

 In answer to Pamibe's question, the computer that needs a new video card (whatever that is) is a Dell Studio 435T. The video cards seem to go up in price the more complex the games one plays. Well, sometimes I play solotaire. Mostly it's YouTubes, Blogs, news sites and www.chubbygirlswithlowmorals.org.

 Anyhow, thanks to everyone that said a prayer for Linda Lou. Her knees are both fixed, she's a ways from coming back because her muscles have gotten pretty weak from all this but, they had her on her feet a little. Now, it's off to rehab with her, I hope.

Here We Go! Round Two, Knee Rebuild!

 So we are due up at someplace called Jump Street in Plano, Texas tomorrow for my grandson Williams "official birthday party." His actual b'day was a couple of weeks back but, logistics. We are going up to spend the night at Dean and Steph's, then at ODark-Fifteen or so we drive from there to this hospital in far North Dallas, not the one I'll get the stent in but another one on the LBJ "Freeway".

 Now Dallas has a homeless problem, just like every other city but they seem to handle it differently. What they do is put them all in cars so they drive around the freeways and roads, aimlessly. Rush hour for the LBJ Freeway starts at twelve-thirty-five AM and ends at Eleven-fifty-three PM.  My hatred for Dallas is only exceeded by my hatred for Houston. Dallas was once a pretty nice town, I think that was in 1876. Houston should have stayed a swamp.

 Anyhow, I shall be out of pocket for the next couple of days. Patsy will keep Bingo. T. Pug and poor ol' CAP will just have to stay in her yard. If I don't get back Monday night Patsy will throw a pitcher of water and food over the fence, hopefully into her food dish and water bucket.

 Then I shall be temporarily single until Linda Lou gets out of the hospital and then the rehab hospital (?).  Well, it's got a few docs, lotsa nurses and physical terrorists and the same kind of rules all over but they might call it sumpin' else. Linda Lou says I can bring another woman in while she's gone but she'll have to clean the house.

 In other news the video card in my big fancy Dell computer is dead and I need another one. So, I got online to price video cards and they range from dirt cheap to hundreds of dollars. All I want to do is mess around on the intertoobz and watch the odd YouTube, and of course www.nakedchubbygirls.org.

 So, if anyone at all knows anything about what a video card is, etc. All I know is that it makes the screen show stuff. And it is allegedly replaceable by a computer savvy peep like my SIL, but HE won't take me by the hand and help me buy it.

 Oh well, until I figger it out, there is Linda Lou's desktop as she will have the laptop.

 Anyhoo, wish us luck!

Ammunition

 There are a lot of news stories about the bazillions of firearms being sold these days and how dealers have hardly any "military looking" rifles left in stock. No one seems to be mentioning ammo.

 I, of course, have no firearms left after that tragic canoe wreck I had but I still have some suppliers in my "bookmarks". I had a bad case of can't sleep the other night and so after I read all the blog posts I cared to and after I got tired of www.nakedchubbygirls.org I looked in on my ammo and components suppliers. Folks, there ain't none.

 Go to www.midwayUSA.com and find bare shelves. For instance every single box of .22lr hollowpoint ammo is marked "out of stock, no backorder.  Most of the popular handgun cartridges are gone, and just TRY to find some .223, .308 or 7.62x39.

 Shotgun ammo? There are only two, out of thirty-five choices of 12 gauge two and three quarter inch buckshot loads available and I don't reckon they'll be available for long. So if you want some  call yesterday. Of course the Winchester copper plated double ought buck is kind of pricey and the other load, a low recoil buckshot load is in an eighty round box. I've seen a few gunfights and read of many more, I've never heard of one using up eighty rounds of shotgun ammo.

 I'm kind of curious. With all these folks buying rifles, pistols, shotguns and ammo, just how many of 'em are going to carry their shootin' irons down to the local commissar when the "sensible gun regulation" becomes a total ban? And, just whom will the politicos choose to go door to door to arrest these millions of new criminals?

 Nanny Bloomberg and Swishy Rham (NTTAWWT) know where the gangs are. They have a pretty fair idea of who they are. They certainly don't care much about the various Constitutional Amendments about search and seizure and right to property so why haven't they send their city police out to round them up? Heck, by the time the arrests and confiscation worked their way through the court system most of the gangbangers would be past the most dangerous age and the guns would have been melted down to make Chevy Volts and bird killing windmills. So, why don't they go after the illegal guns?

 The answer is simple, they'd lose a lot of their police officers. And the rest would decide on a different line of work. So, instead of going after the criminals they are going after millions of law abiding citizens and thousands of law abiding businesses. So, what about the millions of brand new criminals? That is what we'll have if DiFi gets her way. And exactly what percentage of these brand new criminals will shoot?

 You smart people in media and politics should consider that question very carefully. A lot depends on it.

A Visit To The Vascular Surgeon.

 I drove up to see the vascular surgeon that is supposed to try to fix the circulation in my leg. To start with, either the nurse at my internist's office misspoke or my Linda Lou misunderstood, the circulation problem is not in my right foot but my left leg. This is great news because in early 1967 that right leg was badly broken with bones going out the skin and Lord only knows how much entering. And if that lower leg and foot were not getting any circulation it would be likely to be from vein and arterial damage, poorly repaired from 'way back then.

 Instead, the problem is some ninety percent blockage of some big artery in my poor fat belly. So the plan is to make an incision in my crotch (careful, there, Doc!) and run a catheter up my femoral artery, when it hits the block to blow up an itty-bitty balloon. They will then shore it up so it doesn't collapse again, kind of like the way the old gold miners used to nail timber shoring up.

 I am pleased that the solution seems simple. I shall go up early on Jan 28th, see Linda Lou in whatever rehab hospital that Doc Buch has her in after her knee rebuild, then spend the night with Dean and Stephanie in Plano. They will roll me out of bed, not give me any coffee or breakfast (grrr!) and carry me to Med City, Dallas to arrive at six AM. Then they'll put me to sleep and I'll wake up, hopefully not gelded.  I'll call the kids, one of 'em will come get me and then, depending how woozy I am, I'll go home or spend the night. Most likely I'll hang out a couple-three hours and then drive home.

 Our neighbor, Patsy will be taking care of the livestock.

Happy New Year!

 My Happy New Year! will start off with a trip to Medical City, Dallas to see a new to me doctor. This one specializes in vein and artery repair. That's Wednesday, the 2nd. Then on the 14th Linda Lou gets her other knee rebuilt.

 The new Doc will be looking at the reason my circulation is almost nil in my right foot. The answer is actually simple, that's the injury that changed my plan of a military career. Seems those Docs back then didn't do such a good job. Oh well, maybe the civilian docs might repair enough damage to let me keep that foot. If not, ARRR! I'll be a real hit on Talk Like a Pirate Day!

So, I may be out of pocket a lot over the next few weeks. More likely though, I'll be sitting even more than usual. We'll see.

Christmas Call From An Old Friend

 I got a surprise phone call from one of my oldest friends on Christmas day. We have little or nothing in common anymore but memories of the days that we were each our Momma's extra kid. He's a high school teacher in an unnamed Blue State, just retired from the national board of a major "peace group". And I, well, I'm me, still thinking that the United States Military is the single greatest force for world peace.

 Our self-selected brotherhood overcomes that, though. Anyhow,after the Christmas greetings came the talk of the horrific Newtown mess. Now my old friend is an excellent shot, or was fifty years ago and he has no qualms about using force in defense of self or others. As we spoke he mentioned that he is thinking of a smaller gun than his six shot .357 Magnum. The last time he was here in Resume Speed, Texas he commented on how much stiffer the actions on our little five shot revolvers is than his six shot.

 Anyhow, this peacenik is looking at some of the smaller firearms to carry to his teaching job.

 I am sure his blue state legislature would never countenance such a thing but he's probably going to do it anyway.

 Dear Antigunners: If you have lost the peace movement high school teacher(s), perhaps you have lost the argument. The only thing to stop the bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun. My friend, my brother, is a good guy.

Dear Andrew

 So I look in The Puppyblender's site  and notice that New York Governor Andrew Cuomo finally admits out loud that gun confiscation "could be the answer".  Well, it's like this, Andy: When those bodyguards of yours give up all their guns, my kids will give up theirs. Oh, you say, "I'm a public figure, I need protection." Foo, far more ordinary people are murdered every day than cheap politicos. You, Andy, are no more important than my daughter.

 I've noticed, Andy, that all you politicians and important (to whom?) actors have bodyguards. The New York Time, thundering about "high capacity ammunition" (idiots) has armed guards at the door. I'll tell you who doesn't have a taxpayer funded armed guard, Andy: my wife. She's on a walker, far more helpless than you, or would Be if you didn't have those guys with evil semiautomatic pistols and "assault rifles" handy. Oh, I forgot. Your bodyguards are active duty cops, they have access to real assault rifles, don't they?

 Here's the deal, Andy. This is not some stinkin' foreign place with royalty. My people came to get away from them. You, Andy, and all your lefty pals, are no more important than my grandchildren. Since neither the taxpayers or big media pays anyone to hang around with guns, just to protect them in the odd chance that a nut will  show up, like you and your pals, we have guns.

 Andy, we'll give our guns, right after you set the example. Until you do, we'll keep wandering through life, protecting our owns best we can.

What Changed?

 I've kept quiet about the Newtown massacre while I tried to figure out what happened. Meanwhile the usual suspects have been howling about guns. There have been hundreds of people spouting off about killing the NRA President and members. Aside from this not being particularly nonviolent I would posit that threatening armed people might just be a mistake.

 I have found a couple of strange things about this most recent massacre, one is that the Congress and the President have let a couple of school safety programs lapse, one funding police in schools.

 Another odd thing about Newtown is that it took twenty minutes for police to show up from the first calls of shooting inside that school.

 Twenty minutes. That is a pretty good response time for police to show up for a theft report, suspect gone. It might be a pretty fair response time for a deputy sheriff in rural northwest Texas. It is not a good response time for a city police responding to a shooting inside a grade school. Someone should be asking what those police were doing. The average citizen won't like the answer.The day of the first officer on the scene running to the sound of the gunfire is long over. Today we "establish a perimeter." We set up a chain of command. We establish a line of communication. We gather intelligence. We then wait for the heavily armored SWAT types to go in and only then does the shooter kill himself.

 I admit, I've never been to Newtown and have no idea of the terrain. I will say that it is damned well impossible to believe that the nearest patrol car was twenty minutes away.

 One of the reasons these killing sprees happen is that police no longer have commanders, they have administrators. Their key philosophy is to make sure that no blame redounds to themselves.And an ijured or killed police officer is a real drain on the municipal budget whereas a dead child does not financially affect the city.

 An important question: How many police have been killed or injured during one of these killing sprees since Columbine? Hint: More police have been killed or injured protecting government motorcades. Police administrators have forgot the addage of shedding blood to take the King's shilling. We spend a lot of money on officer safety, as we should. In reponse, the officers go into dangerous situations. Still, it seems the more we spend on officer safety the longer it takes said officers to actually do something useful when there is shooting going on. This is not the fault of the officers but is the fault of the administrators.

 Please note that I am not calling for a bloodbath in police work. I am saying that many lives would be saved by having those first officers go in and cause the shooter to kill himself, as almost always happens. I am further saying that the person who goes into policing to be safe had better apply, instead, to city road repair. The life of an officer is not worth more than that of a child. Again, no officers have been killed in all these school massacres since and including Columbine.

 It is, of course, more than poor administration of our police. I grew up in an era where we had a high school rifle team. Kids in Jr. ROTC got to fire fully automatic Browning Automatic Rifles. Many high school principals had large closets where the kids could pack their hunting rifles and shotguns during the seasons.

 A kid with money could write off to one of the advertisors in The American Rifleman and get a lot of really fine rifles, revolvers and pistols. There were 1903 Springfield rifles for around fortty bucks. German Mausers were even cheaper and at the bottom of the barrel were the Japanese 6.5 and 7.7 mm and those Italian 6.5 and 7.7s. There were M1 rifles and M 1 Carbines, both .30 caliber  but the M 1 fired the full sized .30-06 and the Carbine a hot pistol-type thing with a lighter bullet. As I recall, that was the round Charles Whitman used, mostly, in the Texas Tower massacre. There were thousand of the old British .303 let go, tons of .45 auto M1911 pitols, Webley revolvers in both .455 Brit and .38 S&W were cheap, along with bazillions of Colt and S&W .38s both .38 Special and .38 S&W.

 Yet we boys settled our differences with fists. And that is a big difference. Today a kid fistfight is pretty much beyond the pale. And THAT is a big difference. Somehow we have allowed education to be feminized. Recesses are almost gone, with none of the physical games boys of my day played. Today a child with normal boyish energy is medicated. He's no longer a boy but is hyperactive or has A.D.D. So, today they sit around, numb and playing games on their mobile phones. Or texting.

 I live where cell phone coverage is very spotty. The largest man made lake inside Texas is a half mile away by the trail kids (or adults) can walk. It teems with catfish and bass. It is a small game hunter's paradise. Our back roads are great for bicycles, we have lots of horses. Yet when I drive home after school hours I see kids standing around, in the spots where they can get coverage, with cell phones in both hands, not even looking up as cars go by. What do these boys do with their energy? And our "betters" blame the fast food industry.

 My own grandsons aren't allowed to roam. Kids are on such short leashes today and it's a crying shame.

 Most, if not all, of the people doing these spree shootings were on some sort of psychotropic drug. Something is really wrong and it ain't the guns. We've always had guns. We've had high capacity semioauto guns since the 1903 Winchester .32 and 35 self loading cartridges. Then in 1907 we got the more capable .351 and in 1910 the .401 Winchester SL. These stubby little carbines had short magazines from the factory although when I was a boy I knew an old bluesuit who had a .401 with a long mag he'd either cobbled together or bought. Of course far more LEOs had lever action carbines in .44 WCF and .38WCF. Few carried the longer .30WCF (.30-30) or .32 Special. Many carried 92 Winchesters converted to .38 Special and .357 Mag.

 My own Marlin .357, made in the mid 1970s spent some ten years in a county cruiser, far more useful in the country than a patrol shotgun. But, that's another story. It's just we've always had guns. And if we ban certain guns criminals and madmen will just use another form of gun. Suppose there was some kind of magic spell to remove all semi auto handguns? And it would take a magic spell, there are far too many for a law to get rid of them. After all, tell me again how people get heroin andcocaine wheen there are draconian laws about them.

 Still, without those dread semiautos, what could the Newtown killer do? Well, he could have shot his way in with one or two revolvers and then used gasoline bombs. How many one quart molotov cocktails can fit in a backpack?

 It ain't the guns, folks. We're doing things seriously wrong today and we're looking at the wrong things for solutions.

Cone Of Shame

 Bingo T. Pug has an allergy to flea bites. The flea pills the vet gives (sells) us kills the fleas but only after the flea bites him. Then he chews bloody holes in his hide. So I took him to Pet Smart and bought him a cone of shame.

Bingo T. Pug hates me now. I must check my shoes verrrrrry carefully now for fear of a Pug bomb.

 I haven't had much to say lately, I'll be back in harness soon.

Wax Practice Bullets

 A valuable art is being lost today, I haven't seen a trace of it since around 1970 or so. That art is making wax bullets for close range practice.It was old in the late fifties when I first saw it when I was barely able to shoot a double action revolver without first cocking it.

 I had intended on providing pictures for this but. alas, my computer problems continue so I will have to make do with word pictures. Still, it ain't rocket surgery so, here goes:

 First of all, why wax bullets? Well, most folks can't shoot in the basement or hallways with real ammo, the holes through the house tend to offend the spouses. And those real bullets can punch through a lot of walls, even if they don't tear out the plumbing or the wiring they tend to drastically reduce the resale price of the house and, if you're a renter, boy, howdy, just think of the reference you'd get from your landlord.

 Back when holsters weren't all full of stuff to make it difficult for a bad guy to snatch the weapon* people used to actually practice the fast draw. There is a slight problem with practicing the fast draw, it takes thousands of repetitions and with live ammo that is very expensive. Not to mention that there is a real danger of being quick on the trigger and slow on the draw. Now that's bad enough with a strong side hip holster, back in the day there were quite a few would be gunmen with serious limps, especially those who were then just barely smart enough to become stable hands or whiskey drummers. It's even worse today with all those in the pants holsters.

 Anyhow, wax bullets are actually quite accurate up to around five or seven yards. The late Bill Jordan, after a career in the US Marine Corps and the Border Patrol back when that was a gun fighting outfit, became the Southwestern Rep of the NRA. Among other things did did shooting exhibitions. He was shown hitting aspirin tablets and then those little bitty saccharin tablets. In his shows he would pick a girl out of the audience and get her to hold one of those tin pie plates out and then, as he was talking he'd draw his S&W Model 19, fire and put a hole in the middle of the pie plate. Then, in his deep Louisiana drawl he'd say "Mam. you showed great courage there. Po' judgement but great courage."

 Anyhow, primer powered wax bullets are a great and inexpensive practice tool and they're things you can actually shoot in town without the SWAT people showing up. You can even shoot them in your house. If your neighbors are close and your walls thin, turn up the stereo!

 You will need some empty cartridge cases for your gun and a way to decap the spent cases. Now if you already handload ammo this is easy, you just decap them on your loading press. If you don't have a loading press you can go several ways, the cheapest is a block of wood, plastic or metal with a primer sized hole drilled through, Set the case with the primer over the hole and tap it out with a blunted nail through the flash hole. I used a Lee Loader for a couple of years, a Lee Loader is available in most handgun (and rifle) cartridges and, for less than thirty bucks most places. And they make serviceable ammunition, too, Hint: A Lee Loader, a one pound canister of powder, five hundred bullets and five hundred primers in a surplus military ammo can is a very comforting thing to have squirreled away, just in case.

 You will need to drill out the primer flash holes with a 1/8 drill bit. There is a long, drawn out technical reason for this but just trust me on it.I don't feel like typing it out. Anyhow, first you drill out the flash hole, right though it. Don't kill yourself trying to get the burr out, you drill from the outside in, right through the primer pocket.

 Now you need a box of primers. A thousand small pistol magnum primers for my .38s and .357s cost me about thirty buck last time I bought them, large pistols cost about the same. Primers are something you want to buy local, if possible, there is a twenty dollar HazMat fee for having them shipped. I'm not sure why, there didn't use to be and I haven't read of any gigantic explosions from powder and primers in trucks. Anyhow, a thousand primers is plenty to get started but you'd be surprised at how fast they can go.

 And you will need a couple boxes of canning wax. My supermarket had Gulf Wax, there are other brands and it doesn't matter which. There used to be inserts in some ammo boxes that had four plastic feet that you could cut off and then the cases were simply held by the rim. Those were great but I haven't seen them in a while. Any of the hard plastic inserts will work although you'll have to take a sanding belt or something to the bottom of them. Actually you won't die if you just do 'em one at a time but faster is better in most things.

 And a way to prime the cases. There are cheap and slow ways to do this but the really best way is to use a hand held priming tool from RCBS, Lee or Hornady. I have used the Lee and the RCBS and have read good things about the Hornady. I have worn out a few Lee Priming tools and so now use the RCBS, their lifetime "we'll fix it or replace it" policy is comforting, and I've had to use it. Of course I wore it out back when I was shooting hundreds of rounds per week but still, for the price of postage it wasn't bad.

 So, let's make some practice ammo! Take your block of canning wax and warm it up a little. Note! If you are shooting a short cased round like the 9mm or .380 acp you will need to make a shallow box of some kind, line it with wax paper and melt the wax into a sheet thin enough to not be so thick the case won't go through. Revolver cases like the .38 Special and .357 Mag, .44 Sec and Mag, .45 Colt, etc are long enough to go through the block, you'll want that shallow box later, though.

 Now you have to warm the wax enough to make it a little soft. In the summer you could just sit it in the sun or give it a little time in the microwave, run it under the blow drier, in the winter set it over the heat register, just figure out a way to where you can push the cartridge case through. Here you see the advantage of having a block of cases going through at once. You can push fifty cases through in the same time you can push one case.

 Obviously the case has to go all the way through the wax, otherwise you have fifty cases stuck in a block of wax. Once you've done that take a new pencil or a dowel or something and push the wax bullet down in the case until it stops. Then prime the cases. You must prime the case last so the air in the case doesn't compress when you put the wax bullet in and then the compressed air pushes the bullet out. Wax bullet loads aren't crimped in nothing holds it in except friction. Friction will keep it in there through all kinds of normal, and some abnormal, activities. Now you're ready to shoot!

 The best thing to use as a backstop is a big piece of scrap carpet. Put a big piece of plastic underneath to catch the bullets when they fall. You can actually melt the used bullets in that shallow box, along with the scrap wax from making the bullets and use it over and over again. Line it with wax paper, take the sheet of wax out, peal the paper and, viola!

 Now the only downside is that these wax bullets strike the target low as there is no recoil lifting the muzzle. Take a large sheet of paper and put a target near the top, shoot a group carefully and then use two targets, one to aim at, one to record the hits. Of course for fast draw practice, if you care to do that, it doesn't matter, a situation where a fast draw matters the target is so close that there won't be much difference.

 As you can guess the wax bullets work better, or at least faster, in a revolver. They will work in an autoloader but they will have to be fed in, one at a time into the chamber and then they won't have the whatittakes to eject without racking the slide.  Still, after you prorate the gear, you can practice for less than a nickle a shot. At home.

 Now when using wax practice ammo in town it's very important to shoot it in a place where there is no :real: ammo. That piece of scrap carpet won't stop a service round. Check it twice, then check again. Cleaning the barrel and cylinder (if any) is essential after shooting a batch of these but is very easy. A patch or two with any normal solvent, a dry patch and then an oil patch followed by a dry patch and, you're done.then return the firearm to your preferred state of readiness.

 Try to avoid shooting yourself or your little brother. Those wax bullets raise one big bruise right through a pair of blue jeans.



 *Not that there is anything wrong with that.

They Asked For It, We Got It.

  The small enclaves that run the country got uncontrollable power yesterday. We will see that red-blue map of the counties, nationwide for a while. As long as it takes for another "Justice" or two to be nominated by our new President For Life. He will appoint a few more "Czars" and pass a bunch more Executive Orders and we will all become "citizens" like those in Staten Island.

 Congratulations, America. Every right you had as a citizen is now a privilege to be dispensed or withheld by a loving executive appointed by some faceless group in Washington.

 The EPA will bankrupt coal and strangle other useful forms of energy. Those so smart folks will do utterly stupid things like destroying the Hetchi Reservoir out in California and then wonder why San Francisco is out of water. We already see how some two inch minnow is far more important that the farms that supply so much of the world's fruits and vegetables. What are we going to eat? Who cares, the world is overcrowded.

 Happy on your private property? Remember Kelo. Think your gun will protect you? Remember George Zimmerman. Remember that the Second Amendment was affirmed by a five to four majority and we have some very old Justices on the Court who will be retiring (or dying) replacements nominated  by whom?

 The swarm of new taxes is coming, our medical system is now being destroyed and and there is nothing we can do about it. And now, there is no place for us to go. There is no Galt's Gulch. My grandchildren will see the destruction of America and there is no bet that the replacement will be an improvement.