Tuesday, November 29, 2011

I bet I shoot better than Dr. Adams.

I used to read Mike Adams' columns from Townhall pretty much every time he posted one. I found them funny, and a refreshing change from the rabid, militant feminism verging on man-hating evangelical lesbianism on the campus where I got my MA.

Just after my imp was born, I found myself short on time between juggling my class, helping a colleague with his grading, and baby care (as if you guys who've read my blogs for long can tell). So, I gradually stopped reading the opinion columns. Stopped that long before stopping reading the news when I was pregnant with the pixie.

In any case, I went to Townhall today, just on a whim to see what-all was being said about Barney "You can't fire me! I quit!" Frank, and found an Adams column about guns. I thought, "He likes guns, likes shooting, and is usually a fun read. This should be good."

Yeah. About that. He was a good read three years ago. I thought he knew a lot about guns four years ago, before I got into shooting. My opinions have changed. Because of this article, and the way he's so concerned and condescending (and totally ignorant) about what women should carry.

I have nothing about his first choice--Smith & Wesson J-Frame Revolvers--except that I don't care for revolvers. They feel bulky, the cylinder makes it feel front heavy, and I hate the angle of the grip. For others that like revolvers, they're great.

I do take issue with this: "For women, I strongly urge the Model 638. Less recoil, but still enough stopping power. There is no need to drop down to a .380. The 38 has enough power and is both light enough and concealable enough for most women."

Really? Really? Are you seriously suggesting that a light .38 is a good, controllable gun for a woman to carry? I have an airweight .38, and if that were what I was carrying when I got into a hairball, my first inclination would be to throw the gun because it kicks so hard I wouldn't want to shoot it!*

His second choice has the same sexist BS. I don't personally care for Glocks, M&Ps, XDs, or any of the other striker-fired square chunks of polymer and steel. I really don't like the ones that require the trigger to be pulled for takedown--too much potential for NDs. For those that like them, great. However, "Women may want to opt for the 9mm version with less recoil."

Again...really? Dude, I routinely carry a full-sized 1911 in .45. I have less issue with recoil with that gun than I do the airweight .38. Stop stereotyping, or I might have to start shooting back with the insults. And, I think, I might well do a better job.

His third choice I have some major issues with. I do not think a Taurus Judge is a good gun for anything but "SNAKE!" country, when you're out fishing or hiking.

Next, the S&W 629. Again, no major issues, with the gun, and he's actually not sexist with it! He is, however, dumb as a box of rocks: "With a Judge under the seat and a Model 629 in the trunk there is little that can come your way that you cannot handle." Why in the hell would you carry something wildly inaccurate/underpowered in the car, and keep the good one in the trunk?

Last, the Remmington 870. Good choice. Good gun. Idiot's preference is the Tacti-cool version. No big deal. No, the jaw-droppingly stupid mindset is displayed here:
"Generally, all you have to do is rack the pump once and the intruder leaves the premises. The sound of a pump shotgun is unmistakable. All you have left to do is clean the burglar poop off the floor afterwards. Generally speaking, that’s better than raising an argument of self-defense. That can only happen if you find yourself on trial."
Okay, where to start on that one...

1. Dude, do not depend on the hopped up meth-head Occupidiot being sober enough to recognize the sound of a pump action shotgun being put into battery. Nor smart enough to run when they hear it.

2. Poop off the floor? What do you have, naked burglars? Generally, the poop will stay in their clothes, and won't make a mess for you to clean up.

3. Most of us live in a free state where the law permits us to shoot someone who breaks into our house without having to worry about proving self defense. The burden of proof (that we weren't acting in self defense) lies with the other side of the argument. And worrying about facing trial by twelve will see you, your family, and your pets being carried by six.

I get the impression from the tone of the article that I know more about guns than Dr. Adams does, even though I don't have a PhD.

*I wouldn't really throw a gun at a goblin unless it was empty and I had no reloads. But the .38 makes it tempting.

Not quite the way he envisions, perhaps, but yes.

Cornell West has been quoted by Real Clear Politics as saying that “the push for more entitlements ‘is going to be fought in the streets.’” He’s probably right, but I strongly doubt things will turn out the way he hopes, considering that he’s heaped praise on the Occupidiots for their foray into “civil” disobedience.

What’s more likely to happen is that the Occupidiots are going to get frustrated, the violence they’re keeping contained within their squatters’ camps is going to spill out, and the adults in this country are going to have to spank the spoiled children. I can foresee some dumb, lazy, entitled punk deciding that he’s got a right to the money carried by some productive member of society walking past a squatters’ camp, and attempting to redistribute the wealth without the power of the government and the IRS behind him. Like as not (anywhere but the People’s Republics of Illinois, Massachusetts, and other “crime-safe, gun-free” zones), said productive member of society is going to be armed, and lazy, worthless punk is going to wind up ventilated.

That’s going to spark a riot. And then it’s going to have to be contained. If the government is unwilling to do it (likely, given Richmond’s preferences), then it will fall to the citizens.

And we, the people, are getting damn fed up with the vicious beasts biting the hands that are forced to feed them in the first place. I strongly suspect that, should we, the people, be forced to contain the Occupidiots’ riot(s), there are going to be heads busted, followed in short order by either another civil war (please, God, no), or a complete and total rout in the voters’ booths of those who refused to do their jobs in the first place.

Friday, November 25, 2011

FFOT: Black Friday

Usually, I'd only post this over at The FFOT, but readership there is down, and this seems kind of like a vital service to my friends--providing a forum to vent frustrations before heading into the weekend--so I'm going to start posting here, too.

By the way: there will be much foul language in this post, and all others marked ffot. Just a friendly warning.

Black Friday hysteria can fuck right the fuck off. I don't think even the opening of fucking hunting season garners as much media hysteria as Black fucking Friday, the opening of Christmas Holiday Gift Giving Shopping Season. What kind of stupid fucking putzes fucking trample each other to be the first to buy that 55" flatscreen TV that's on sale for 2% off the regular price (after figuring for the stores carefully jacking up their prices weeks before so that they can hype that the thing is 40% off!!1!1!!)? And what kind of fucking jackals fucking set up fucking NEWS CAMERAS in fucking hopes of fucking catching footage of fucking twatwaffles worked up BY THE FUCKING MEDIA'S FUCKING OVERHYPING OF THE FUCKING SALES fucking TRAMPLING little old ladies and children?!

May whoever started that particular shit-ball rolling find their own special level of hell when they die, and find that their punishment is to be the door greeter at a big box store on Black Friday--for all eternity.

And if they're already dead, I'm sure they've been reincarnated as a dung-beetle by now.

The floor is yours: address whatever is frustrating you in the comments. Don't be shy about language. I won't be offended, and you'll feel better.

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving.

I'm thankful for my husband and my children. I'm thankful I have a roof over my head, clothes to wear, enough to eat, and lights, water, heat, and internet. I'm thankful for my friends and family. There's lots of other stuff, too, but those are the major ones.

Come to think of it, I have a whole lot more to be thankful for than I do to complain about. Most of us do. Most of us forget that fact.

Let's try to do better this year. One of the easiest ways to do better is to think about it.

What are you thankful for?

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


So, I sold my PK380 to raise the cash to buy a .22 upper for my STI. Got home and ordered one. They said it was in stock when we ordered it, then sent Odysseus an e-mail saying they wouldn't have one to send us for 6-8 weeks.

I need to go shooting again. Better to put holes in paper than let my head explode with frustration over lying sacks of $#!& that don't have in stock what they say they have in stock.

Anybody know where I can get a good .22 conversion kit for a 1911?


Similar to the beef enchilada casserole I've already posted, but different enough to need its own recipe posted. This is a little simpler and easier to make, because you can use canned chicken if you don't have leftover. Basically, just substitute one 13 oz can per pound of cooked, diced chicken. You can substitute the water the chicken is canned in for the chicken broth, too.

1-2 lbs cooked chicken (diced)

1 can cream of chicken soup

1 c chicken broth

1 T chili powder

½ t garlic powder

¼ t black pepper

1 can ro-tel (drained)

1 can cream style corn

4 c crushed tortilla chips

8 oz or more shredded cheddar

1. Combine diced chicken, soup, spices, chicken broth, & Ro-Tel. 2. Layer half the chips, half the chicken mixture, and half the cheese. 3. Repeat layers. Bake at 425 until cheese is melted and lightly browned--about 25 minutes.

Make two and freeze one. If you're starting to cook this from frozen, leave covered with foil for 1.5 hours, then uncover for the last half hour to melt and brown the cheese.

I would imagine you could use this recipe, substitute turkey for chicken and cream of mushroom soup for the cream of chicken, and deal with Thanksgiving leftovers quite nicely.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

An exercise in futility

Has anyone else tried to pick up clutter in a house with two toddlers? It's imp0ssible, unless you get them penned out of the room you're trying to clean. My son can scatter toys faster than I can pick them up. My daughter is almost as fast.

Sometimes I wish I could teach them to put toys in boxes rather than fling them all over their rooms. And the hall. And the bathroom. And the living room.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I feel much better, now.

So, I did get to spend a couple of hours shooting. I'd've spent longer, but there was this nice man with his son that showed up...sans stapler, sans ear protection. And with a BB RIFLE!!

Guys, you were really nice, and I enjoyed meeting you (and enjoyed watching you shoot a .22 pistol for the first time), but NEXT TIME, BRING HEARING PROTECTION!! I didn't feel right keeping shooting what I was shooting (or starting shooting the rifle) when I WAS THE ONLY ONE AT THE 25 YD SHELTER WITH EARPLUGS!!!

Jeesh. Between nice, clueless guys that want a rifle just like what they shoot in Call of Duty (and don't know the first thing about even what caliber it shoots, much less how hard it's going to kick), and the dumbass white trash* shooting nickle-plated Beretta-style .40 caliber handguns without hearing protection for them OR FOR THEIR 8 MONTH OLD DAUGHTER!! OR WIFE!! I was about ready to call Odysseus and ask him to pick up a couple packages of the cheap, orange foam earplugs sold at pretty much every Wal-Mart, and start handing them out so I could shoot without worrying about damaging someone else's hearing.

Anyway, enough of that. I promised pictures, if I was satisfied that my skills hadn't atrophied too badly. Well, as you can see below, they really haven't. The first magazine was emptied into the (free conservation range free paper target) on the right. If I'd had to empty that into a goblin, they'd be missing from their aorta to the bottom third of a lung.

As for the second magazine (the target on the left)...yeah, I couldn't do that again on a bet.

Both of those were done with my carry piece: a CZ 82 that Odysseus got me for Christmas just after our imp was born.

Seriously, I love this gun. Its ergonomics are such that it feels almost instinctive in the way you acquire (and keep) the target. The controls are well-placed for someone that doesn't have little kid hands (i.e., I can't reach the magazine release or the slide release with my shooting hand, but everyone else can), the trigger is clean and crisp with no travel in the single-action pull. The double action is a little difficult, but that may just be my size working against me.

It's also very simple and easy to care for. Here it is, taken down for cleaning.

The take down lever is the trigger guard: yank down, and the slide comes right off.

The gun came with an ambidextrous field holster, a spare magazine, and a cleaning rod. Neat little package, isn't it?

With the flap buttoned down, this could almost be mistaken for a binoculars case.

As for the others...I didn't really have a chance to shoot rifle (you should see some of the specimens that the free public range** attracts--even on a week day afternoon). And the Walther pistols were...disappointing in comparison to the CZ. The trigger on both suck, and the tolerances in my particular PK380 were looser than a dockside whore: I'm not a great shot, but I'm not bad enough to have the front sight on the x and miss two inches to the right one time, and two to the left the next two times, then right again. And it wasn't consistent in the way I missed, so I strongly suspect that it really was the gun. I suppose it would have done well enough in a tight situation, but I have other guns I would prefer to rely on.

So I sold it. And turned around and ordered a Kimber .22 upper for my Spartan. I do want to shoot it, but, since I don't have the time (or space) to start reloading, I can't afford to shoot it as much as I'd like to get comfortable with the feel of it.

All in all, yesterday was a whole lot of fun. I only wish I'd taken more Makarov...

*Believe me: I know the difference between redneck and white trash. It has nothing to do with income, and everything to do with behavior and planning ability.

**Best use of tax dollars I've ever seen in my life.

Friday, November 18, 2011

A rare treat.

I get to go to the range, today. It's much needed, given the nasty flashbacks that the whole Penn State issue is causing.

Let's see...what to take.

This (this one is my carry piece, so it's going first). It was a Christmas gift, just after my son's birth, and came with a field holster, cleaning rod, and extra magazine. When it's not riding in it's inner pants holster in the small of my back, it lives in my purse in the field holster.

And this (my first real gun--my beloved little bitch).

And this (I would carry this, since it feels like and shoots like it's older sibling, but it only came with one magazine, and spares are pretty much impossible to find).

And this, just for fun. It's my husband's, but most of mine kick too hard to shoot while I'm still nursing a baby. I absolutely do not want a wet shirt in this weather.

This is only the third (or so) time I've been able to make it to the range. And today, I get to take my time, because the pixie is finally eating solid food well enough that she doesn't need me to feed her every four or so hours.

I foresee an entire afternoon cheerfully given over to lead based therapy, loud meditation, or whatever else you want to call it.

Thank God. I need this.

Update: Thanks, Stephen, for the good wishes. Much fun was had, pictures will follow tomorrow. (As will a rant about range safety--including being prepared).

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

I can see the finish line!!

I just picked up papers yesterday and this morning (they were due by midnight last night--no way am I staying up that long, just to collect papers), and managed to get about half graded as I was picking them up.

That makes three out of four papers for both classes. And we've got two more full weeks and one partial (Thanksgiving Break starts next Wednesday) before semester's over. Then, I have five weeks off before doing it all again.

Hopefully, in those five weeks, I can find the time and energy to get some of my planned writing done.

Monday, November 14, 2011


Shamelessly stolen from The Feral Irishman. He's got some good stuff--go read. Some of it is definitively NSFW, so beware.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Honoring our Veterans

Yesterday was Veterans Day. I know that it's also when the guns fell silent in WWI, but today that's mostly forgotten in popular culture*. No, today, we're told "it's the day where we're supposed to show our appreciation for veterans!"

Something about that statement bothers me. "Veteran's Day." A day to honor veterans. Kind of like Mother's Day, or Father's Day.

In theory, it's kind of a nice thought; however, in practice, it turns into a sop to those who don't want to be bothered the rest of the year. Most of the people I work with wear a poppy in their lapels on Veteran's Day, then talk about how horrible the citizens of (insert your choice of third world shithole we have troops in here) have it, and how awful it is that our soldiers are there shooting poor innocent civilians (who have AK-47s, a plan, and a refusal to follow the rules of war by wearing a uniform and not hiding in civilian populations).

So, vets from whatever war you served in (as well as those who've served in peace time), thank you. Thank you for your service, from one who was physically unfit, and is humbly grateful year round, not just on Veteran's Day.

*I blame public "education" for this, among other things.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Occupidiots and the "I want a pony! Make somebody give me a pony!" mentality

I've held off posting anything about the Occupy Whatever movement, because so many other bloggers have done so much, and said pretty much everything that needs said. Lagniappe's Lair, in particular, talked about the whole "If this is our future, we're fucked" generation.

A few years ago, I wrote a series of philosophical posts, each post focusing on one of the seven deadly sins. Every story about these occupidiots brings to mind four in particular: pride (knowing what's best for every individual better than the individuals in question), sloth (how else do you explain how worthless these kids are?), greed, and envy (class warfare is nothing but).

Basically, the whole movement is based on the idea that we know better than you do what's wrong with this country (pride), it's not us because we're not working (sloth--both on their part and their parent's part in raising their lazy asses), we want money for existing (greed), and if you don't give us the money you've earned in your businesses, we're going to destroy your businesses (envy).

As I said in my post on personal responsibility referring to the beginning of the sub-prime mortgage market collapse, the children involved in protesting are demanding "somebody" give them what they want, instead of going out and working for it.

I'm honestly getting tired of it. I work my ass off for about $10G per year. I pay cash for what I need, and budget for what I want--we don't have food stamps (or SNAP, or whatever they call it now), WIC, welfare (except for the earned income tax credit--which I consider nothing more than a refund of the social security taxes that won't get paid back when I retire), or Medicaid. Between the amount of grading, questions via email and discussion board, taking care of children, and trying to keep house besides (and boy, do I fail on that front), I have not the time, energy, nor sense of entitlement required to sit on my ass and demand that someone else give me money.

Yes, a pony (or a .22 lr upper for my STI 1911, and an unlimited and free supply of both .22 and .45) would be nice, but it's a want, not a need. I'm enough of a grown-up to know the difference, and be able to live with the disappointment.

Monday, November 7, 2011


Either I'm doing something right, or I'm doing something wrong.

I went in to the department, today, to pick up a grade change request form* and check my mailbox. Odysseus had the imp and the pixie in the car with him, and just dropped me off so I could run in.

It took a little longer than I'd planned, because our temporary department head caught me and called me into his office to discuss my teacher evaluation results. He wanted to congratulate me, because he said that they were spectacular: some of the highest scores in the department, with the highest for an online course.

Either I'm doing something right, and my students are actually learning and appreciating what they're learning, or I'm way too easy on them.

I hope it's the former, because I'm one of the hardest graders in the department.

*I had a student dropped (involuntarily, and by bureaucratic paperwork error) from my summer course just slightly too late to be reinstated before grading time, but late enough that he didn't want to stop working and waste his summer. He kept working on the class work, and earned an A. Then he got the paperwork straightened out. All I have to do is turn in the paperwork for him.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Working on potty training...

The imp is three, now. He's gotten to the point where he'll run down the hall chanting "PEE PEE? pee pee. PEE PEE? pee pee." He enjoys going because there are special toys in the bathroom that annoy the shit out of mommy and daddy (loud electronic toys we can give him to play with, leave, and close the bathroom door), and when he goes he gets a reward of M&Ms, Reece's Pieces, or Smarties. So, he's discovered that he likes going like a big boy sitting on a potty.

He's also discovered he can scoot the potty chair over to the toilet, lift the lid, and play in the water. Which is bad.

So...when we have to go yell at him for getting into the toilet, and scare the piss out of him, should he get candy for going "pee pee"?