…this excellent advert arrived from Gunstuff TV yesterday (note the opening sentence):
That’s the ticket. Don’t waste your Chinkvirus money on silly stuff like the rent, groceries, entertainment or car payments: buy a damn gun!
Don’t mind me: I’m just giggling like a schoolgirl, here.
News commentary, as written by Hemingway. Links in the pics.
From Britishland:
…yeah, welcome to OUR Deep State world, Bubba.
…as all Amazon and Wal-Mart customers know, Chinese quality control is legendary. And speaking of which:
…ordinarily I’d be worried, except that none of them will work. Also, we need things to shoot at while we’re cooped up in our houses. (Pro tip: 00 buckshot)
…(unspoken:) Give Us More Money. However, if you look at the map, the famine would likely have struck even without the Chinkvirus. In other words: carry on, nothing to see here.
…they’re all gonna die. When Gummint is optimistic, it’s time to head for the bunkers.
…52-year-old single mother of four (all by different fathers) needs sex. Quite a prospect.
…all well and good, except it’s almost impossible to monitor abusive behavior during a lockdown. But hey, let’s throw money at it: that always works. Stupid Seffrican tart.
…looks like I may have to be cooped up for a while yet. Shit.
And finally:
…I report, you decide:
Which can be encapsulated by the standard liberal response:
…even though this whole episode seems to have been triggered by Lockdown Blues.
Just coincidentally, this little advert arrived in my Inbox a couple days back:
Now, leaving aside the wisdom or lack thereof in buying a gun from Century Arms at that price, this merchant of death has a lot to recommend it, i.e.:
So let’s ignore CanuckiPM Pantywaist (as always), and consider the merits of the PSL, in Comments.
Arriving in my Inbox yesterday was this breathless news:
Man, have they ever got me wrong.
In the first place, my NRA membership has long since expired — which just shows you the value of a mailing list (at least to them).
And yeah, I’m so jazzed about winning a fucking sandy-colored Glock, because that screams right there that I’m an “operator” and I really want to be regarded as such.
Even if
were to be replaced by any one of these:
…I still wouldn’t have sent in an entry and renewed my membership.
To the NRA: don’t hold yer breath, you clueless idiots.
The good thing about electronic mail is that it costs almost nothing to send a message. That’s also the bad thing about e-mail.
What was that about familiarity breeding contempt?
Three Brits having affairs during the lockdown have revealed their stories as they look for ways to spice up being in isolation.
Speaking to FEMAIL, the trio – all of whose names have been changed – revealed how they have taken to FaceTime sex and affairs from their city pad as they struggle to deal with the restrictions.This comes as the UK’s leading affairs site Illicit Encounters reported a 15 per cent rise in activity in the last month.
More than half of male members (54 per cent) said they had initiated new affairs in the last four weeks, with the main reason for this rise being ‘boredom’ sparked by being stuck at home in the lockdown.
Meanwhile almost half of female members (46 per cent) had made contact with a new male partner in the last four weeks, revealing that the crisis had exposed the weakness of their main relationship and made them realise they needed ‘fresh stimulus’.
So far, the only extramarital business adversely affected by the “stay at home” policy seems to be prostitution, and that’s not going to last long either. When it comes to strange nookie, people will always find a way.
This, however, will undoubtedly be true:
‘There is going to be an explosion of affairs when the lockdown ends – a long, glorious summer of sex. The Roaring Twenties are really going to take off.’
While seeking to assuage my Lockdown Blues a couple days ago, I stumbled on this little piece at Collectors:
Hmmm… a down-sized carry revolver in .45 Colt/ACP; what could be bad about it.?
Leaving aside the single-action issue (not an optimal choice for self-defense, really), what’s wrong with this piece is the bird’s-head grip.
Maybe it’s just me, but I find revolvers thus gripped to be almost uncontrollable: the damn thing turns in my hand not just up-and-down (which is a good thing with the bird’s head as it helps handle recoil) but side-to-side as well, which is a huge problem. I once had a pretty little Ruger Bearcat revolver in .22 LR, like this one:
…and after a couple years I sold it to someone who wanted just that kind of revolver.
Maybe it just was my hand size, I dunno; but I just had no fun shooting it. And that was a .22 LR revolver: what, I wonder, will it be like trying to control that grip in a meatier chambering like the .45? I’ll probably never own this type of gun again, but I’m willing to be proved wrong.
Your thoughts in Comments.