Author: Kim du Toit

Of Course They Would

Pussification Parade

From Breitbart:

To hail the return of the 007 catalog of films, Amazon put out a graphic featuring a thumbnail image of every Bond film and the actor starring in them. But some fans noticed that there is something off about some of the photos.

It turns out that a few of the photos originally showed the actor holding his trusty semi-automatic pistol or some other firearm in his hand, but in the Amazon poster, the guns have been removed from the image, leaving 007’s hand posed in an odd position. Or in some cases, such as in the image for Spectre, Amazon just cropped the pistol out of the photo entirely.

I’m just amazed they didn’t likewise pussify the 007 logo:

Coming up in future 007 movies:  lesbian Jane Bond (license to whine);  Muslim Jamaal Bond (“ginger ale, Canada Dry, no ice”); and trannie Jo Bond (license to offend).  You heard it here first.

I wish I was joking, but in today’s world…

And here, for us trad Bond fans, the heritage posters of Bond showing not the slightest hint of trigger discipline:

 

Or, if not actually holding a gun, the pic cropped to suggest he might be fingering Ursula Andres (giving a whole new slant to the term “keeping your booger hook off the bang switch”):

Even ol’ Pierce Brosnan got in on the act:

Glorious.

Oh, and about the Amazon twerps who decided on the no-gun thing:  whoever came up with the idea should be laughed out of their jobs.

Update:  Oh hahahahaha… it appears that the gun-free posters have been removed, no doubt in response to comments like mine.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

When you hear news like this, you just know it’s going to have a happy ending:

“10-4 units responding to the burglary in progress, 22nd Avenue caller now advising it was a black male wearing a white shirt armed with a firearm. The caller now advises she has shot that male; he is currently laying on the ground.”

Ignoring the grammar — it’s “lying”, not “laying” — the rest of the story appears to be that a choirboy broke into an Alabama woman’s house armed with a gun, only to discover that said Heroine was likewise armed and quite prepared to defend herself.  Which she did, to his detriment.

Of course, the choirboy was just some innocent kid — not.

Morgan County Coroner Jeff Chunn identified the male as 46-year-old Narado Brinkley, and WZDX said his criminal past includes drug and burglary convictions.

State records show Brinkley served time for offenses, including first-degree robbery, third-degree burglary, possession of a pistol by a convicted felon, and distribution of a controlled substance, WZDX noted.

His records also indicate multiple probation violations, and he most recently served five months after a 2023 conviction on drug and burglary counts, WZDX added.

So maybe not some pore lil’ choirboy, but a total asshole not worthy of any sympathy whatsoever.

There should be some reward — I mean actual money — offered to people who end up ridding society of such scum.  Feel free to disagree with me, but you’d be wrong.

Modern Take On A Classic

Drive Time

I was never that much into the venerated AC Cobra myself, because like meeting your heroes, it’s one of those things best worshipped from afar.  In other words, the reality of driving a Cobra is, well, a little terrible.  It’s unbelievably loud, the ride is harsh beyond description, and the creature comforts of the cockpit… well, there aren’t any.

Not my cup of tea, in other words.  If I wanted all the above (minus the overpowering roar from the overpowered engine), I’d just get a Lotus 7 / Caterham.

Well, until now.  There’s this bunch of guys who make AC Cobra replicas, and they seem to check off quite a few boxes.  Witness this beauty:

It has heated seats, FFS. [sound of Carroll Shelby’s corpse hitting 12,000rpm]

But for those who think this vision has somehow become pussified, fear not:


That’s a Roush 427R V8, producing 550 horsepower — and even better, it has a TKX 5-speed manual transmission.


(Be still, my over-stimulated heart… okay, groin.)

I’ve never been tempted to drive an AC Cobra on one of my demented long-distance road trips (e.g. here, here and here) because unless there were massages delivered to my aching back every hundred or so miles by beautiful maidens of the Orient, it would just be too damn painful.  But in one of these?  I might be tempted.

“But what about luggage, Kim?”

Oh yeah, that little detail:

I know that the prices of cars nowadays are too stratospheric, and the cars themselves are too gadget-ridden and wind-tunnel anonymized in terms of styling and they’re, well, just pussified.

But for just over $100k, I’m not sure you’d find something as red-blooded and… satisfying as this lovely thing.

If I’m going to risk being labeled a total pussy, though, I’d ask the guys at Backdraft Racing to fashion me a soft top against the rain because frankly, at my age I wouldn’t want to risk pneumonia.  Other than that:  vroom-vroom.

Random Totty

Gratuitous Chick Pics

I see that metal band Cradle Of Filth recently lost their keyboards player, Zoe-Marie Federoff.

“Who they, and who she, Kim?”

Not too long ago, Zoe-Marie married the Cradle’s guitarist:

Apparently, she quit the band in a huff because they were planning a collaboration with… Ed Sheeran.

Ummm okay, I can kinda see her point.

News Roundup

Bad News

And you’re gonna need a couple, after reading this lot.

Taylor Swift says it’s ‘shockingly offensive’ to claim this is her last album
...what’s really offensive is the thought that we’re going to have to endure still more of her assembly-line “music” for the next who-knows-how-long.

Next, some Backlash News:


...should have been fired for academic fraud long ago, but I’ll take what I can get.

...at least she wasn’t bonking a 14-year-old.  One hopes.

And in

 




...keep on truckin’, boys:  i.e. throw ’em out by the truckload.  Or something.

In International News:


...sounds about right.  And speaking of Jew-killers:


...like anyone cares.

From the Darwin Report:


...let’s just hope that her kids’ father(s) might have passed on a bigger helping of brains to them.

From Teh Meejah:

PIERS MORGAN: JK Rowling once called me an amoral celebrity toady
...truth hurts, dunnit?

And now it’s that time: 


...when a porno movie does halftime… oh wait, that’s BROWN Bunny.  My bad.
Oh, and Mr. Bunny:  I’m not going to learn Spanish just to try to understand your poxy lyrics.

And in our journey along :


...yes, I’m afraid it’s that time again.  Sorry.

After that, the news is kinda lame.

Range Report: One Of Those Mattel Guns (5.56x45mm)

Gun/Ammo Tests, The Gun Thing

You may want to sit down for this one.

Not long ago, I spent some time with Doc Russia and Combat Controller — both, as Longtime Readers know full well, among my dearest and most longtime friends.  While our initial friendship was sparked by our love of guns, over time we’ve become drinking buddies as well, and many’s the night of company well spent in riotous merrymaking of the liquor-abusing kind, wherein we swap tall tales, tell old lies and slag each other off endlessly.

Anyway, on this particular occasion they ganged up on me and derided my love of Old Things Wot Go Bang, and in fact suggested in no uncertain terms that if ever there was a need for gunplay of the social (okay, anti-social) kind, I would not be a welcome companion because… my choice of SHTF firearm (guess) could not share ammo with their anti-personnel platforms.

I should point out that Doc is a former U.S. Marine, and Combat Controller — as his nickname indicates —  was one of those snake-eater AF types called upon to bring in death from the skies from a friendly air force.  So you know what gun they prefer, right?

Ugh.  Anyway, after a while they told me that they could whip together a gun for me just from parts they each had lying around the place, with maybe just a few additions.  In other words, a new gun at almost no cost to me.

I can only plead semi-drunkenness and (the promiscuous, as it turns out) gun love for agreeing to this stupid idea — with the result that I am now the owner of this thing:

…it being classified as an AR-15-style “pistol”, with a 10.5″ barrel and a “brace” — right.  (Who do we think we’re kidding?)  The red dot sight is the same as the one I have mounted on the Buckmark.

Anyway, I took FrankenGun to the range yesterday to see what all the fuss was about.  (I’ve fired several ARs in my life, but never one built like this.)

First impressions:

  • Holy shit, this thing is LOUD.
  • There’s some recoil but nothing to write home about — about the level of a lever-action shooting .38 Special, if my memory serves me.
  • The trigger is outstanding (for those who want details, it’s supposedly a good one:  Geissele).
  • I spent more time getting the red-dot scope right than playing with the gun.  Also, I only had 40 rounds (two 20-round Pmags).

“Yeah, yeah, but how does it shoot, Kim?”


(for some reason I loaded only four rounds for the second string instead of my customary five)

And in looking at the pics, I mis-typed:  the distance was 20 yards and not 25.

Then I got a little more businesslike:

Hold was center (where the quarter’s been placed).  I was too busy working the scope’s elevation to worry too much about left-right.  And ammo was running short, so I took a deep breath and got really serious:

Okay, I couldn’t get those kind of groups at that distance with any of my other handguns.  So I can’t fault the accuracy.

Also, the FrankenGun ran like clockwork:  no failures of any kind, no bits fell off, nada.  No problems there.

So I’m left with a BIG question, because I’m still undecided whether I like the thing.  It checks a lot of boxes, to be sure.  But I’m still not convinced of the effectiveness of the 5.56x45mm poodleshooter ammo (a long-held reservation, as Longtime Readers will know about me all too well).

Would it be fit for purpose in some kind of self-defense situation?  Not inside the house — not my house, anyway, because I would have serious issues (i.e. permanent deafness) if I touched off the thing there.

Outside the house — and we all know what I mean here — and assuming I was aiming for a target (or targets) at distances longer than 50 yards (way beyond where I would consider using a 1911, for example), would it work for me under those circumstances?

Here’s the crunch question:  would it work better than a pump shotgun loaded with buckshot?  (I know, you only get a few rounds with a pump, whereas with an AR, you get lots more.)

Or, to change the question around a bit, would it work better for me or would I feel better about it if I swapped out the barrel for something more substantial, like the .300 Blackout (.300 BLK) with its more severe recoil?

Like I said earlier, I’m undecided.  Sure, it’s fun to shoot and ammo is cheap (unlike the Blackout, which costs nearly double).  But I don’t know whether my hesitancy is because at the end of the day, I just don’t feel right about the cartridge.  For fun shooting, I have all my .22 guns, and we all know that the .223 is a lot more of a cartridge than that.  But is it serious enough for me as a SHTF round?

I’m going to have a dozen or so more range sessions to get comfortable with FrankenGun, and I’ll let y’all know then whether I’m going to keep it or not.

Even if Doc and CC would hate me for getting rid of it.

As always, all comments and suggestions are welcome… once you’ve recovered from the shock of Kim With AR-15.