I had never even heard of this encounter.
Fascinating stuff.
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Today’s Earworm
You can thank Reader Sean F for keeping this particular worm going.
And here’s the story, as told by the man himself (over an hour long but hey, it’s Saturday).
Dept. Of Righteous Shootings
There are just not enough “alleged”s in this happy story, so I’ve added a few:
An alleged intruder was fatally shot Thursday morning in Houston, Texas, after entering a home and [allegedly] opening a bedroom door. The [alleged] incident occurred around 1 a.m., ABC 13 reported.
Police indicated the homeowner was sleeping on the second floor when he [allegedly] heard glass break. The alleged intruder then entered the home, came upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and the homeowner shot him in the neck.
The alleged intruder fled the home and went to a neighbor’s house, telling them he had [allegedly] been shot and seeking medical help.
I can already hear your groans, because the paramedics arrived in the nick of time and saved the alleged scrote’s life, right?
Nazzo fast:
However, time ran out while he was at the neighbor’s house and the alleged intruder died.
He didn’t die, he just ran out of blood.
Needless to say, even though this allegedly happened in Houston, Our Hero is not facing any charges.
And had this happened anywhere else in Texas, there’s a good chance the neighbor would also have shot the bastard, dripping blood all over the Persian like that.
News Roundup
…is brought to you by:
…and by golly, you’re going to wish you had a pipe going by the time this is all over.
…bringing to us a new (and foul) term: Christian Woke.
…actually, we’re pissed off at the government’s response to Covid-19.
…warning: that’s going to be a long read.
…which is a lot better than me — I ignored it completely.
…okay, so it’s not all bad news, especially if you follow the link to see the reaction.
…and the good news keeps on coming. Still in Georgia:
…aw Hersh, not you too.
…people are still getting arrested for this?
…undoubtedly a Bad Thing: unless it takes out Portland, of course, and then we can call it a tie.
…key word: Wisconsin. Trying to beat Ed Gein to the title, she was. Damn.
And now: INSIGNIFICA.
And speaking of Da Nooz, here’s the BBC’s own Katie Derham, who it must be said looks quite delectable for a chick broad woman in her early 50s:
…and that, as they say, is the news for today.
Counting Blessings
The other day I was in the car and, tiring of my own thoughts, turned on the radio — a BIG mistake if ever there was one. What a load of shit, never mind the channel, and for the umpteenth time I mourned the passing of Rush Limbaugh.
Still, could have been worse: I could live in the Orkney Islands. Courtesy of Mr. Ishmael comes this little diatribe:
The local, PBC Radio Morning Abo, it is unimaginably hateful to me – cod accents, stagey linguistic anachronism and that hissing, Presbyterian bigotry and racism, the moral compassing of the amoral Gordon Snot, that sort of snooty, son of the Manse preachiness – and the English on that show are even worse, they all sound like David and Ruth Archer, relentless, sinister bullies, determinedly earnest and sanctimonious, people Living the Quality of Life Dream, living in a hovel, with a rusty Land-Rover, vile children and a couple of sickly goats which they should be banned from keeping. They all go back South, these people, lacking the inner resources required for island life, vulnerable beyond the fortifications of the M25 and the M42. The Radio Orkney news is generally along the lines of There’s a big puddle on the road to Stromness; sheep are fetching X poonds at the mart; for the fourteenth year in succession, Mrs Annie Scragg has won the neeps’n’tatties pie-making competition at the Mucksville Women’s Guild; fairmers have expressed concern aboot the geese annoying the coos and eatin’ the seed and the weather is set to be sunny, windy, wintry, fine, warm, very cold with sleet and snow, calm with gale force winds.
I have felt and seen hypodermic needles injecting anaesthetic into my eyeballs and so I know of what I speak when I say I would rather stick pins in my eyes than listen to Radio Orkney.
The evening show is worse; they have music on it, local music. I saw it once, in a community hall, that Jimmy Shand Polka music; I thought, not for the first time, that I had wandered into a horror film; there was a skeletal old woman, must’ve been eighty, thumbing away, deftly, at a huge Fender Precision bass guitar, a wee fat man wrestling with one of those fucking awful Hohner piano-keyed accordions, not a concertina, a big, shiny fuck-off thing, the only appropriate setting for which is in an Austrian Nazi oom-pah band – quite how that is traditional to the Northern Isles I’m buggered if I know – and there was a weedy teenager, snapping a Polka beat from a tiny wee snare drum. It is a matter of taste, of course but I enjoy many, many types of music, from all over the world and have even heard some amazing world music right here and yet I couldn’t find a space in my mind for this stuff. I couldn’t move, I felt as though I had been turned to lead.
Good grief; Jimmy Shand? [no link, for humanitarian reasons]
Not even Mark Levin or Sean Whatsisname can cause such anguish.
Range Report: Howa HCR (.308 Win) & Meopta Optika6
Here’s this year’s Boomershoot rifle — headed towards one lucky Reader after the event: the Howa HCR 1500 (.308 Win), topped with the Meopta Optika6 3-18x50mm glass.
So postponing my Breakfast Gin, I hie’d me off to the range.
Some background: I popped the scope on last night without boresighting it — just bolted it on, and trusted to luck and the several craftsmen who had built this rig.
Here’s the gun’s very first target (point of aim was the black diamond, at 100 yards):
Explanation: Shot #1 was actually an accidental discharge because the trigger caught me by surprise (despite having dry-fired it a dozen times the night before). Anyway, I cursed a little, and then took some care and touched off the next 9 shots (#2-#10). I should remind everyone that all these came from an unsighted scope and a cold virgin barrel.
So I adjusted the scope, and of course Stupid Kim can’t tell right from left, hence the appearance of #11 and #12 way off to the right. So I said some Bad Words again, and clicked back to the original setting (#13), then adjusted the reticle to the left this time, and a tad upwards (#14-#16).
The target was starting to look a little cluttered, so I put up a new target, sent it out and popped off the last four boolets in the box — but alas, at this point the barrel was hot — way too hot, because I was getting excited — and the group opened up with the last two shots.
Lesson learned: in future, only five shots at a time before letting the barrel cool properly.
Still, I was moderately pleased. I came home and gave myself a reward:
Some additional thoughts:
Holy crap but this Howa is a sweet gun. (Here’s a pro’s take.) Everything works as advertised, BUT: the stupid plastic adjustable stock is a little loose, and I can’t get it tight. (Wouldn’t have happened with a proper wood stock, of course, but these are the times we live in.) Still, I’d prefer a regular-style stock over this “chassis” thing… even a plastic one like the Hogue:
There is apparently little difference between this gun and the Weatherby Vanguard as they’re made in the same factory. No prizes for guessing which one I’d like.
Okay, enough about the gun.
The Meopta scope is likewise a gem. Crisp, clear sights (I forgot the battery, so no illuminated reticle, but it didn’t matter), and the clicks are positive and accurate.
Ammo was the excellent PMC Bronze 147gr FMJ/boat-tail. I’m not going to try anything else, for obvious reasons.
The entire rig cost a tad under $1,500 — and I have to tell you all, I would have to spend a LOT more to get even marginally better results than I did, because it’s far more accurate than I can shoot it.
In Mae’s words, if war were declared, I’d take this rig off to battle, without hesitation.