...except that the gas price is still lower now than it was under Biden, you fucking troll.
...I’m reminded of the old Lefty trope: “Suppose they gave a war and nobody came?”
...if they’re as boring as an F1 Grand Prix, that’s no great loss.
Train Smash Women Update:
...sounds about normal, for her.
...”Chelsea Handler” and “hard” should not appear in the same sentence together.
...okay, just ONE pic, for proof:
And a snark for the ages:
He da Man.
Victor Davis Hanson points out (in not quite so many words) that in politics, there’s nothing new under the sun — most especially since the French Revolution, that is — and that the “Democrat Party” of today should just be honest about it and rename themselves the Jacobin Party.
Why?
Jacobinism aims to divide the nation arbitrarily between the noble oppressed and the toxic oppressors. (Sound familiar?)
And VDH then goes on to list the offenders and offences:
BLM (actually, it’s Antifa, the only omission he makes), biological men competing in women’s sports, critical legal theory normalizing cashless bail, race-based reparations, violent felons arrested and back on the street hours later, radical abortion on demand until birth, attacks on the concept of the cultural “melting pot” and opposition to organized Christianity.
Read the whole article for the full catalogue.
Here’s the question to ponder. Never mind what they might say; which is the political party in the U.S. that actively supports terrorism? And let’s be clear by what we mean by “terrorism”: threatening assassination, supporting assassinations or calling for the same, beating up political opponents, calling for violence against those who refuse to support their policies (e.g. Supreme Court justices), using “grassroots” street protests to cow and intimidate opposition… the list goes on and on.
Yup: that list belongs to the modern-day Jacobins — just as it was back in the late eighteenth century. They would make history repeat itself, if they could. And never forget that the term “Reign of Terror” was also coined during the French Revolution, by the Jacobins. Ipse dixit.
And a quick Classical Thought:
And on we go:
To end off, here are a few from a theme called “Things You’ll Never See In Yurp”:
Now you just keep on truckin’ into the week.
She could quite possibly be my favorite Jamaican totty of all time, could Martine Beswick:
Definitely a Sixties girl:
And with James Bond who, after this pic was taken, probably needed a few minutes before standing up:
…and I think we all know why. Yikes.
As Regular Readers know, I recently decided to do something about my .22 LR / .22 Mag situation, and sold my two Marlin rifles to a Reader so that I could free up space in both wallet and Ye Olde Gunne Sayffe for their replacement.
The old guys:
Their replacement:
…or, as kitted out by Yours Truly:
So last week I took it out to the range and got used to it, working the trigger, adjusting the red-dot scope, changing barrels and so on.
Everything about this rifle works as advertised. The trigger is fine — a little stiff, but I’m guessing that a few bricks or so of .22 ammo should take care of that — and the straight-pull bolt is excellent, both positive and reliable. (There was not a single issue with ejecting empties and chambering fresh ones, as expected from a rifle of this heritage.) The B1 uses Ruger 10/22 mags, but: please note that because the mag well is longer than a standard 10/22 rifle, you have to use a mag extender (supplied with the rifle) clipped onto the rear of the mags. (Of course, the .22 WMR magazine doesn’t need the extender piece.) This is a bit of a PITA only in that one needs to buy more of the extender clip thingies from Walther if there’s lots of shooting to be done without wasting time reloading mags, which is my preference. It’s a minor hassle, but definitely not a deal-breaker if one should consider purchasing this gun. (And one should, see below.)
I also like the ability to lengthen / shorten the stock according to preference: one little button in the rear of the stock, and that’s all there is.
“How does the thing shoot, Kim?”
Well, I’d forgotten to bring my sandbag along, so I just shot off the bench, not expecting too much in the way of accuracy. Ammo used was CCI Mini-Mag 40gr solid (my regular test ammo)
…and some Remington .22 WMR that was on sale at Bass Pro the other day:
Once I’d got the scope dialed in, I got the following, first at thirty feet:
…and then further out, at fifty:
I don’t actually know what happened with the .22 LR string — my eyes were getting tired, maybe, and that red-dot thingy was getting quite fuzzy. Maybe I was getting tired of holding the rifle steady — it’s quite a hefty beast — causing the shakes? Or maybe I just need MOAR PRACTICE.
Which leads me to my next point of consideration:
Am I going to use this lovely rifle for plinking, or just for serious target shooting? (I know, it’s not an either/or situation, but bear with me.)
Perhaps, given that I may be shooting the Walther more seriously, as I did my two Marlin squirrel guns, perhaps a scope would be a better option?
Let’s see. But whatever I decide about the sights, let me just say that this is a serious bit of kit, and it goes well recommended. In my humble opinion, it would keep up with just about any rimfire rifle in a serious competition, for far less money.
Here are the specs for the gun:
That fuckin’ Muir guy… just makes me giggle.
I am nevertheless flattered by the fact that one of my enraged, near-incoherent rants has apparently made it into some canon or other.
And for those New Readers or otherwise youngins who have no clue what all this is about, here we go again. (Please note the date of the original’s publication.)