New Digs

So Tech Support II worked his magic, threatened people with death or worse, and took me somewhere else where all the tragedy of the past three or four weeks has magically disappeared.

Update:  TS tells me that I’ve been the target of a massive Denial Of Service attack, hence the server problems.  (His question to me:  “Who have you pissed off lately?”  Answer:  “Who knows?  There are so many possibilities…”)

Anyway:

Many, many thanks to all of you who offered advice, and still more to the folks who offered to help me move, and even host this ongoing stream of bile, broads, boomsticks and bombast.

Here’s a reward for all of you, with some background music.  I hope it will suffice.

And this:

And finally, this:

Asking For It

Bound to happen:

Authorities will not file criminal charges against former heavyweight champ Mike Tyson after he was recorded on video punching a fellow first-class passenger aboard a plane at San Francisco International Airport last month.

You have to ask yourself about the industrial-strength Stupid in a guy who decides to pick a fight with Mike Tyson.  In close quarters.  With nowhere to run to.  Without at least one gun handy.

Has to be a Biden voter.

The Real Thing

Among many of my Readers, I know that their opinion of golf is that it takes up acreage better used for a shooting center.  However, after watching the 2022 Masters last week, something really fine happened.

A young guy named Scottie Scheffler emerged the champion, and here’s his story.

Even better, he and his pretty wife have been crowned as the world’s cutest couple:

Best of all?  (and this just has to stick in the media’s craw)

“It all goes back to my faith,” he said.  “The reason why I play golf is that I’m trying to glorify God and all that he’s done in my life.  So for me, my identity isn’t a golf score.  Like Meredith told me this morning, if you win this golf tournament today, if you lose this golf tournament by 10 shots, if you never win another golf tournament again she goes, I’m still going to love you, you’re still going to be the same person.”

God, humility and family.

Makes me tear up, it does.

Visitors Etc.

The secret is out:  Mr. & Mrs. Free Market are Over Here for Doc Russia’s nuptials, so of course while Mrs. FM went off to deplete his millions do some shopping, her husband, Doc and I went to TDSA to shoot off, as it turned out, well over a thousand boolets.

Here’s Doc, doing his bit to keep noise pollution down:


(note the pattern on his shirt)

…Mr. FM shooting what turned out to be his favorite gun of the two dozen or so we took out there:

Then he and Doc did a little run-and-gunning:

…and later, Mr. FM went all Warsaw Pact:


(no, he wasn’t shooting at the paper target blowing around in the wind)

Your Humble Narrator was to busy taking pics and loading mags to shoot much (maybe a hundred .45, and the same of .357 and 9mm), but the most fun for me was going old-time .45-70:

A full report to follow once I’ve got all the product descriptions from Doc.

A day at the range with BBQ sandwiches and ribs, good friends and no range Nazis, shooting whatever we wanted, in whatever quantity  we wanted, teasing each other mercilessly and friendly, no-score competitions followed by a little beer time afterwards… we all agreed that it just doesn’t get any better than this.

I love these guys.

Best Ever

We’ve often seen those “Before & After” pics of people who’d had enough of being fat, scrawny, etc. and decided to do something about it.  Here’s one such, where a woman ballooned after having kids, felt ashamed of herself, and did something about it.

That’s pretty impressive.  Here’s another:

 

But the best I’ve ever seen is this one, where a woman married fat, had kids, and then — twenty years later — ended up looking sensational:

 

Just… wow.  Good for her — and good for her husband, who’s stuck by her through thick  and thin [sic].