I love watching a pro go about his business, and let’s be honest that when it comes to the 1911 pistol, few if any are Bill’s equal.
Which is why a couple of things he says in this video made me go: “Huh? I did not know that*.”
And I’ve fired well over 50,000 rounds through various 1911 models. Watch, and learn as I did.
*the life of a typical recoil spring was one of them. I change mine a lot less frequently than he does, but that’s going to change, you betcha.
From Reader Scott O. comes this request:
My wife is interested in getting back into shooting. She grew up around guns and shooting but with the demands of child-raising her skills atrophied. She wants to remedy that situation and also to have a handgun of her own. Her ultimate goal is to have a home defense handgun that she can shoot proficiently which is also pleasant to shoot recreationally.
Our initial plan was to go to the local gun shop/range and rent a few to find one she liked. We did that a couple of times but it became apparent that she needs a lot of practice to regain her skills. We’re thinking now that we get her a .22 first and another handgun later. That would allow her to redevelop her skills at a lower cost and then when it comes time to get the larger caliber she can focus on choosing one that suits her without being distracted by poor marksmanship.
She much prefers revolvers, which is a bit of a problem since most of what’s on the market are semi-auto. Would you give your opinion on our plan and some advice on choosing a .22 revolver?
So far, you’re batting 1.000 in that you’ve done the logical first steps towards choosing the proper gun — renting different models, figuring out her preferred type, realizing that this would be the training piece prior to getting a home- / self-defense gun, and so on. All good stuff, and well done.
Here are my thoughts.
Ruger Single-Ten (in short- or long barrel, blued or stainless)
…but as a longtime owner of the Single-Six version, allow me to mention that the old-fashioned reloading process is a PITA. There are also cheaper options available (e.g. the Heritage Rough Rider or the Traditions model), but the Ruger has an adjustable rear sight and anyway, I’m assuming that you care for your beloved wife and want her to have the very best. [/wiseass]
Now for the double-action choices. Here’s the aforementiond S&W model:
S&W Model 617 (with barrel-length options, stainless only)
…and just as nobody ever got fired for recommending IBM, nobody will ever sneer at your S&W revolver. Good, reliable guns, albeit a tad spendy.
But here’s what I think is the best choice:
Ruger GP100 Standard
Reasons:
But to my mind, here’s the clincher for the GP100:
I’m a huge fan of the revolver as a bedside gun (I myself have a S&W Model 65 in .38 Special / .357 Magnum, for just that reason), so take that for what it’s worth. Had I not happened upon a (long-since discontinued) Mod 65, however, the GP100 would undoubtedly have been my #1 choice.
And now I have to stop, because that 10-shot .22 GP100 bad boy is looking more and more desirable, and I am so weak…
There’s just no end to the madness:
Same sex couples score better than straight people in most sex studies, consistently across the board. Research shows they have better orgasms, more partner orgasms and more satisfying sex all round.
Really? And just how do we quantify “better” orgasms, Sex Lady? Describing an orgasm, any orgasm, to someone else is like trying to describe a sunset to a blind man in the first place. Then, to define “better” in terms of “degrees of indescribable”?
Ah don’ thank so, Scooter.
Never mind that I’m never going to ask someone else for tips on having better sex — FFS, have we no decency nowadays? — and also because I’m not 15 anymore.
And frankly, if I wanted to know how lesbians pleasure other women, I’d hit the “Lesbo Porn” tag at letsfuck.com.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore.
Fuck it, I’m off to the range.
“Dear Dr. Kim:
“I’ve recently been reading about something called ‘andropause’, which is apparently something like women’s menopause.
“Should I be worried about this? I’m nearly 60.”
— Apprehensive, Ohio
Dear Appy,
Back when we used fewer pretentious words, we called this “getting old”. It happens to every man — even to Clint Eastwood — and it manifests itself in your body being less able to do the things it could once do quite easily: lift heavy objects, run up stairs without feeling like your heart is going to give out, pee like a racehorse, grow hair on your head, see anything clearly at any distance without cataracts and.or glaucoma, and worst of all, have an erection pretty much on demand.
All this is pretty irritating because to be honest, you can’t stop it happening. You can try to delay the process by doing foolish things like going to the gym or taking up jogging, but it’s a lost cause; Nature is rightly regarded as female because she’s a cast-iron bitch and she hates men.
The worst part of all of this is that with this cessation of manly activity (“pause”, my ass) comes feelings of inadequacy, of having passed your prime (because you have) and knowing that your dreams of bonking some young hottie have vanished because a.) you’ve become invisible to hotties except to those with daddy issues and b.) even if you did miraculously manage to entice her to your bed the experience would likely be humiliating.
Nothing causes in-bed passion to disappear quicker than an attack of uncontrollable diarrhea, as my old buddy Patterson once explained to me. And the drooping phallus before said attack didn’t exactly help matters, he added.
This is why old men become irritable. They get upset over kids playing on their lawn, over their food being burned, over their favorite beer suddenly disappearing from the supermarket, and over the failing eyesight which causes hitherto-enjoyable trips to the gun range to become yet another failure among so many others, e.g. not remembering the name of the actress who once got your hormones racing and your erection to skyrocket.
And we haven’t even started to talk about Democrats.
Yes, it’s fucking depressing. And typically, we don’t talk about it because we’re men and not women. What we do is make bitter jokes about it, like the Rules For Old Men:
I have a cure for all of this by the way, and it’s called “Fuck It”. Here are some examples.
I could go on, but I think the point has been made.
— 
One of the most irritating bits of bullshit I’ve had to deal with since I came Over Here in the Great Wetback Episode Of 1986 is the (Californian) affectation of wishing everyone a good day, which along with the “smile” button never fails to set my teeth on edge.
“Have A Good Day!” is unbearably trite and superficial, not to mention facile and asinine.
Telling a shop assistant or restaurant worker to have a good day is totally stupid: how much of a good day can you possibly have when you’re serving the public? At best, you won’t be killed for forgetting to put the fries into the takeout bag.
As New Wife (who also hates the expression) pointed out to me over the weekend, it’s not just its banality but its ambition, which is unreachable.
“A whole day? That’s asking too much of the universe,” she said. “We should just wish that their next ten minutes can be disaster-free.”
And don’t even get us started on “Live long and prosper”. Talk about overreach.
We are kindred souls. Polite, but gloomily realistic.
“Dear Dr. Kim:
“I’m a rather well-known Hollywood actor in my late 40s who has a reputation for only bonking dating women younger than 25 years old — in fact, I generally ditch them shortly after their 25th birthday.
“For some reason, this seems to have pissed some people off. They say I should ‘date women my own age’ or ‘stop cradle-snatching’.
“Here’s my philosophy. After they pass 25, all the women I’ve met start to droop and sag, and even worse they want to start breeding like rabbits, and this makes them very unattractive to me because post-baby bods have droopy boobs, doughy tummies and tunnel-vag syndrome. Also, the thought of dating women around my own age makes me a little nauseated — I mean, I know chicks like Amanda Holden (53) and Salma Hayek (56) are totally hot, BUT: they’re all married and they have kids. While I’m not really averse to having kids of my own (in principle, anyway), I’d rather not have to look after someone else’s, especially as women of my age tend to have daughters aged 16-24, and you KNOW where that might lead.
“Actually, their bodies are only part of the problem. Sure, the under-25s are kinda brainless (in the ignorance sense), but “older” women are, if you’ll excuse the expression, bat-shit crazy and neurotic (and believe me, I know what I’m talking about). While the latter are more mature, their psychological problems are equally advanced, whereas the younger women just don’t seem to have those issues.
“Anyway, Dr. Kim, what do I do about all this date-shaming?”
— Just Call Me Leo
Dear Leo:
Tell ’em all to fuck off. Seriously. If that old hag Cher can date some beardless weenie forty years younger than herself and nobody kvetches or scolds her, then why should you worry? It’s not like your fresh girlfriends don’t know the rules of the game, n’est-ce pas? and they all seem quite okay with it. Maybe it’s the fact that you fulfill all their twisted little fantasies: fame, a jet-set lifestyle, trendy parties, beach vacations on tropical islands or large yachts, lots of sparkly little presents and, lest we forget (and according to urban legend) they also get frequently serviced by a large male appendage. No wonder there’s a long line of early-20 hotties outside your door.
You seem to have it all figured out, so why change? But if you want to shut the scolds up for a while, hold your nose and fuck date a childless hottie between ages 28-32 for a while, and then all the Jealous Ones will say, “Ah, good!” and turn their envious Karen-gaze elsewhere . Then, when they’re not looking, dump Miss Middle-Age and resume the sub-25 thing. Your excuse: “Hey, I tried!”
Know this, however: you are the envy of all men on the planet, who would do exactly what you’re doing if they could.
— 