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…I’ve always liked Kirstie, and this just confirms it. (no link because Piers Morgan)
Worldwide shortage of condoms predicted.
…serves us right for outsourcing all our condom production to Assholia.
…if the little prick had done that to me, 65, lead poisoning and not coronavirus would have been his cause of death. Ditto this asshole, who should have been “shot while attempting to escape”.
From this guy:
“[Preppers] are not the ones who are causing shortages of anything. It’s the mental midgets and digital deadbeats who have been face-down in social media slop – buried in political bullshit and being led around by their clickmasters – instead of learning to look at life realistically, assessing options for an uncertain future and then pre-planning accordingly, that are to blame.”
Without sounding like a closeted Lefty: I don’t know a single person who has been panic-buying and rushing from store to store like a maniac, looking for toilet paper.
Let me rephrase that. Everyone I know has had pretty much all they need to survive a couple-three weeks of enforced isolation without having to buy anything more than a few products, none in “bulk”.
Long, long ago I made the following statement:
“I don’t just want gun rights. I want everything that goes along with it: individual liberty, a culture of self-reliance, self-restraint and civic responsibility… I want the whole bloody thing.”
Nowadays, the “self-reliance” part of that statement is more relevant than ever, and if I’ve done even a little to foster that, then it’s job done.
I don’t know anyone who’s had much bad to say about High Standard Citation .22 LR pistols, other than the fact that replacement parts and magazines are ruinously expensive to come by — this, of course, because HS stopped making the line over forty years ago. It remains the only U.S.-made pistol ever to have won an Olympic gold medal (Rome 1960), and still features in NRA competitions today.
In the 1960s you could have bought one of these beauties for about $40, and today they fetch close to a grand, depending on condition.
Mostly, HS pistols are known for their reliability — provided that you clean them often (more so than modern pistols), that is, because their tolerances are so tight. (I was once told by a gunsmith that 100% of the “malfunctioning” High Standards brought to him for “fixing” needed only a thorough cleaning before going back to their original flawless operation. And we all know that .22 ammo, particularly the El Cheapo practice brands, can be filthy to shoot, right?)
Speaking for myself, the “rake” of the High Standard Citation model is a little too Luger, not enough 1911 for comfort — but that’s just me. Others love the feel of it, and reckon its point is so natural as to almost compel good marksmanship. And back before my eyes started to fail, I recall shooting a Reader’s Citation off a rest, and getting sub-1″ groups at 25 yards.
And, of course, he refused to sell it to me (the bastard).
From National Treasure Joe Huffman:
Boomershoot 2020 is five weeks away and COVID-19 infections are still increasing across the country. I’ve had several people tell me they are not coming this year. Many states, including Idaho, have travel and social contact restriction.
I’m canceling Boomershoot 2020.
As the title says. And as if I needed another reason to hate the ChiComs.
Apart from the disappointment of the thing, this also means that I’m faced with two choices:
- delay the raffle for the Hawkeye/Zeiss setup until after next year’s Boomershoot, or
- hold the raffle, send the rifle off, and have another raffle for Boomershoot 2021.
It’s going to be 2.
So I’m going to finish sighting in the Ruger (setting it up for a 200-yard zero rather than a 400-yard zero as originally planned), and making sure which ammo it “prefers”, before holding the raffle and sending it off (probably towards the end of May, in case the ranges haven’t opened before then — another reason to curse this fucking virus). I’ll keep everyone informed, of course.
I’m still mad as hell / disappointed…
Monday, Self-Isolation Week 3:
So let’s try to find a little humor in our predicament:
On a lighter note:
Make it Southern Comfort, and I’ll spray every fifteen minutes. One can never be too sure…
And from Old Texan:
And the last straw:
So to cheer everybody up, some outdoor pics:
Oh wait… you want an outdoor pic with no “social distancing”? Oh what the hell, why not:
And you have no idea what nearly went there… it’s getting pretty ragged in this zip code.