What Your Carry Gun Says About You

From When the Balloon Goes Up. My favorite is his description of what the Walther PPK says about you:

Walther PPK – I don’t know anything about guns but the James Bond movies were awesome. I think Sean Connery was the best, Pierce was ok and Daniel Craig was a mistake.  I can’t believe that they went away from the Aston Martin… There is no way a British spy would drive a German car. Oh yeah, we were talking about guns. This one is a .32 just like he carried.

I don’t own a PPK, but both the guns I do own for carry are on there.

We’re From the Government, And We’re Here to Help

Joe Huffman has a rather amusing tale of his struggle to get his explosives license renewed. The punchline here is:

So the bottom line is that if I remove the doors from the shed I can store 18,000 pounds of explosives. If I put the doors on I can only store 50 pounds. It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s just a government rule.

Makes sense to me!

R. Lee Ermey “Retires”

You may think that gun owners are pretty much universally registered to vote. If you think that, it’s just about as funny as The Gunny in this ad. It’s actually pretty disturbing when you talk to a lot of gun owners and realize that a significant number haven’t ever bothered to register.

Because I know all of the wonderful readers here have registered at some point in their lives, I’ll just remind you to make sure yours is up-to-date. If you’ve moved or anything, you’ll need to re-register. It’s a good time to remind folks since the primaries are coming up here in the Keystone State. The deadline for candidates to file was actually yesterday, and some of our pro-gun Congressmen are going to need the help.

Parenting in the Age of Facebook

Sebastian has always said that if we decide to have kids, they better learn to be smarter than he and his friends are with technology. Yeah, I’d say this girl has a long way to go on that front.

For those who really can’t sit and watch the whole thing, which I highly suggest doing, you can skip to 6:53 where it really gets going.

A Must Read

Iowahawk’s take on the Clint Eastwood Super Bowl commercial, “A Fistful of Rebates” :

And, what’s true about Detroit is true about all of us. This country can’t be knocked out with one punch. We get back up, slip again, and send the video to our personal injury lawyer. And when we do – the world is going to hear the roar of our engines.

Well, maybe not ‘roar.’ What sound does a solar electric engine make? Zweep or something, I guess. Anyway, they’ll hear something like that.

Read the whole thing.

Unexpected Economic Indicators

I love the Wall Street Journal and the fact that they can make almost any economic story interesting. For example, the leading gong salesman in the U.S. Yes, gongs.

When the economy was going gangbusters, salesmen were piling into gongs. Sales people seem to like making customers bang gongs to ease the pain of buying something they might not be able to afford.

“But as soon as the recession hit, bam! It stopped,” says Mr. Borakove. Gong sales shifted over to the meditation market. “Because when people go broke,” he says, “they get spiritual.”

Turns out there are a few folks in the gong business, and they aren’t joking about the spiritual aspect of gongs. Their top buyers now are yoga instructors and people who are buying “planet gongs,” probably related to the end of the world predictions.

The gong dealer says that Countrywide was a buyer during the subprime crazy selling days. This should be a warning sign. Any business that thought it was a good idea to buy a giant gong probably deserves to go out of business with a few exceptions.

Another random fact I find amusing is that the tv show “Scrubs” can singlehandedly boost gong sales.

That reminded Mr. Borakove of the “Scrubs” episode where J.D. says to Julie, “Um, now it’s time to ring the sex gong.” Whenever that line airs, no matter where in the world, gong orders pour into Gongs Unlimited.

I Must Demand Satisfaction

Some most excellent gentlemen have directed me to a scoundrelish attack to my honor. Political opposition can never absolve gentlemen from the necessity of a rigid adherence to the laws of honor and the rules of decorum. The common sense of mankind affixes to the epithet adopted by the good Mr. Everitt, the very idea of dishonor. As a proper gentleman, I must demand satisfaction to this offense against my honor and reputation. If the gentlemen Mr. Everitt does not see to my satisfaction, I trust that a representative will be nominated in order to choose a proper field of honor. While the challenged party has the prerogative of choosing the weapon, I might suggest:

I am aware of the deadliness of such a dangerous weapon, but as a matter of honor, I think it suitable. As the offended party, in the interest of civility, and out of humane sense, the duel will be to the “first sauce,” as I believe this will be adequate for the purposes of my satisfaction. I have the honor to be, sir, your obedient servant, and await your prompt reply.

Sebastian

A Christmas Decoration’s Demise

I once destroyed a Christmas decoration when I was a kid by running outside to show my dad something, then turning to run back into the house – without realizing that someone had closed the glass door behind me since they didn’t realize I would be back inside quickly. Yeah, that was pretty funny looking back on it. Fortunately, my dad pulled out the super glue and fixed up the horse for me. I still have it today.

Alan Sailer, on the other hand, destroys his Christmas decorations with an air rifle. There’s no gluing these things back together.

What I find most interesting about his hobby is how creative he gets with the shots. Consider the set up for this photo:

Pay attention now.

Rifle fires pellet at razor blade. Blade splits pellet in two. Two halves of pellet wing their way towards a pair of gelatin filled Christmas bulbs.

And timing is set just a little two early.

Although if you look very closely, you can see tiny cracks staring in the light brown bulb as the half pellet just touches the glass surface.

He frequently fills the ornaments with materials that include chapstick, sour cream, colored sand, red jello, honey, plain water, sugar balls, aloe gel, sand mixed with alcohol, and even Play Doh.

I don’t think he likes Frosty. He also doesn’t limit his artistic destruction to air rifle, but incorporates a ping pong ball cannon for a little diversity.