News Roundup

And you’re going to need a few dry ones, after reading this roundup.  Or maybe champagne might be a better idea, in some cases.  But first:


...AND it’s rising in Sagittarius!  [/fucking bullshit]

In Business News:

Target Tanks
...couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of woke assholes.

And in MAGA News:


...you know, it’s not nice to tease us like this.


...I for one mourn the end of Afrikaans in the system.  [/sarc]


...cheaper than machine-gun towers and landmines, anyway.


...wake me when the Oklahoma number reaches 500,000.


...wait, wait:  Alligator Alcatraz, Deportation Depot, Speedway Slammer, Camp East Montana (in Texas!)… pretty soon we’re going to need a scorecard, fellas.

 
...Dominion are going to need all the money they can get because:


...and while he’s there, he’ll toss out all the machines in favor of paper ballots.

In Crime News:


...yeah, fine;  but WTF is a “registered rifle”?


...not very ladylike, was he?

Some Entertainment News:



...
...although I would have expected the boy to have better taste.

And now, the ever-linkless 


...are you kidding me?  Susannah Hoffs used to be cute:

...but now, at 65, she’s just flat-out sexy:

Would.

And that’s it for the news of yore.

Estate Sale Update

Wow;  we did better than I expected, and even though we had to come down on the asking price in every case — I’d of course baked the discount into the ask — we got rid of all Jim’s guns but three:

Of all Jim’s rifles, this one has the most limited appeal.  Not many average members of the Murkin shooting persuasion are really aware of the brand’s outstanding reputation for quality.  Jim knew it, and it’s telling that this was his first-ever hunting rifle, and he kept it all his life.  It’s a little battered, of course, but other than the heel of the stock — which needs refinishing and a new recoil pad, it’s a peach.  If anyone here is interested in owning this one, I’ll drop the price to $600 and ship it to you, first come first served.  The question, of course, is quite simple:  where are you going to get a very good hunting rifle like the Parker-Hale for only $600?

Funny, I thought we’d sell this one quite easily because it’s chambered in the oh-so hip 6.5 Creedmoor (and we had over a case of quality Norma ammo to give away with it).  But I don’t think Texas shooters have realized the hunting potential of the Creed yet.  The ones who have, I think, have mostly gone to the AR platform.  (More astounding news on this topic later this week.)  The price of the rifle is quite firm, but if I can get it done, I may be able to get Jim’s NightForce 3-10 scope, and make a package deal for under a grand — the lucky owner would use it the way Jim wanted to use it:  as a hunting rifle par excellence.

I had to bring the price down massively on the Krag, because somehow I’d forgotten that The Layabout Sailor had sporterized the stock — hell, I was even involved when we discussed whether he should do so — so I dropped the price to $500.  (I know, I know;  but Jim was a shooter, not a collector, and he got sick of getting splinters in his hand every time he shot the gun.)  Here’s the thing:  this little carbine would make an incredible woods hunter (the short barrel doesn’t allow the 6.5 Swede to get to its optimal long-distance potential, but any range less than 200 yards and this thing would be mustard).

Other guns:  the Ruger Hawkeye African 6.5x55mm sold within a half-hour of the gun show’s opening on Saturday morning. Both shotguns went before lunchtime.  The 1911 lasted a whole day, but sold later in the day.  The Glock 10mm went at about the same time on Saturday evening, as did the Tanfoglio (CZ-75 clone) 10mm and Makarov 9×18.

The pre-’64 Winchester Model 88 in .308 Win went at lunchtime on Sunday, at close to the full asking price.  (Texans understand the value of the pre-’64 Winchester rifles — I could have sold four, I think.)

Jim’s widow “Irish” was well pleased with the several thousand dollars we raised for her.

I’ll write another time about the whole gun show experience because I have an idea which people might find worthwhile, but I need to put my thoughts together first.  Bear with me.

Africa Wins Again, Chapter 27

I remember discussing on these pages the Chinese infiltration of Africa under their Belt & Road program — whereby the CCP could drain minerals and resources while using cheap labor from a country in return for investment in local infrastructure — and how it was never going to work because Africa.  Thanks to Longtime Reader Mike S., I see just one recent example of how this whole enterprise is, and always was, doomed to fail.

This is no small thing, because there are apparently 300,000 Chinese nationals currently colonizing  living in Angola (see map below for location).

Angola is 1.3x the size of Texas, with about the same oil reserves, and a huge depository of strategic minerals.  Hence the CCP’s interest in the place.

It’s also a Communist-run country, so one would think that this soul-brother nation would be quite friendly towards their political cousins.  Ahem:

Angola’s government may look favorably on the Belt & Road colonization initiative;  the people, not so much.

Because Africa.

I hate to say “I told you so”, but…

Why, Indeed?

When it comes to disemboweling a government agency, it’s really hard to beat Matt Taibbi’s take on the CIA:

Before Trump was even a Republican nominee, a CIA Director relayed “concerns” to the FBI that “served as the basis” for years of grueling investigation that would paralyze his presidency; after his election, as we’ve learned all summer, CIA then cooked up a bogus intelligence report saying Trump won with Russian help; CIA leaked its balls off to papers like the New York Times about how Moscow worked to “install” Trump in the White House; CIA helped topple Trump National Security Adviser Michael Flynn by telling every reporter on earth he was a “clown” who said mean things about the CIA and secretly conspired with Russia; CIA warned foreign countries not to share intelligence with Trump because Russia held “leverages of pressure” on him; CIA stuck fictional campaign research about “compromising personal and financial information” Russia had in a report that was leaked to CNN in less time than it takes for fleas to mate; CIA accused Trump of treason; CIA got Trump impeached; CIA leaked stories that Trump let Russians kill Americans for sport; CIA banded together to call a true Hunter Biden story a Russian influence operation; CIA spent the last half-century overturning foreign governments and in this one is trying do the same at home, in such blatant violation of its charter that 77 million people last year voted to have it shot like a lame horse… But sure, yes, let’s make sure the CIA is at the President’s side when we’re trying to negotiate a peace settlement. What could go wrong?

Yeah, those days of relying on the “experts” in government agencies — any of them — are as gone as last year’s flatulence.

Bad Optics

…or “not a good look”, as people used to say.

While slouching through the usual dreck on Teh Intarwebz the other day, I came upon an article which was a thinly-veiled sales schtick for this charmingly-named self-help book:

In fairness, there was an asterisk placed strategically to bowdlerize the Bad Word, but I hate them because I’m not interested in having to slow my reading down to decipher Rosetta Stone-type glyphs inserted into words to prevent people with delicate sensibilities from assuming the principal characteristic of fainting goats.

But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.  This is.

Underneath the book cover was a pic of the author:

…no doubt, he took up his legal career after a stint in the Merchant Navy, or, as his name implies, after realizing that grave-digging didn’t have good prospects what with this Kubota stuff becoming all the rage in modern cemetery operations.

Now I’m somewhat famous for hating the way that people dress in the modern, oh-so casual world (to say nothing of body art), and I’m sure that this publicity pic Sexton has chosen must appeal to love-starved women seeking a way out from their joyless marital unions.

And I know that very few lawyers nowadays go to the office looking like Harvey Specter from the Suits  TV show (more’s the pity).

But seriously?

Sorry, but I can’t take “high stakes” as a description for a lawyer with full sleeve tattoos, in a pic.  For Mike Tyson and his ilk, hell yeah.  For a lawyer?  No.

Come back Harvey, all is forgiven.

Monday Funnies

“The hell with Monday.  I’m not going out.”

And from the classics:

And in the same spirit:

And while we’re there:

So going back to our very first pic, let’s look for an alternative:

Be careful out there.