Final Bondi Beach Reflection

So as far as I can make it, the Bondi Beach Hanukkah massacre can be summarized as follows:

  • Muslim terrorist assholes open fire on some Jews having a quiet picnic
  • Uniformed Oz cops cower behind cover until it’s safe to come out
  • Some brave (non-cop) people disarm said terrorist assholes, some dying in the attempt
  • One of said brave people gets shot dead by an Oz cop who has finally plucked up the courage to come out from cover
  • Terrorist asshole gets shot dead by undercover cop, other TA gets shot by someone else but sadly, survives
  • The OzGov decides that all this killing is the fault of Teh Eeeevil Guns, and promises still more gun control laws…
  • …going after guns and not radical Muslim organizations who are (as we speak) training to perpetrate still more of the reindeer games.

I think that covers all the salient points, but here’s da fax for you to judge for yourselves.

Oh, and remember:  unlike the hapless Oz populace, feel free to arm yourselves against the day that this shit happens in your neighborhood.

 

More Bondi Beach Reflections

A story has come out about the OzCop who is supposed to have shot and killed one of the Muslim terrorist assholes, ending at least that one’s participation in the fun and games.

Some salient facts:  the gun was a Glock (model unknown), and the guy took his shot from just under 50 yards and dropped the dirtbag.

That’s some good shooting, or else just very lucky.  (That’s why we shooters concentrate on shooting 3- or 5-shot groups:  do it once, fine;  do it again, good;  do it five times, now we’re talking.  Consistency takes luck out of the equation.)  Consider the pic:

Couple of comments:  Note that Our Hero did two things that helped him:  he took cover behind a hefty tree, and used the trunk as a rest.  (If he’d made a 50-yard kill shot offhand, I’d have to go with a 60% luck factor unless he was a highly proficient handgunner with maybe some competition experience.)

As for the tree, it’s a well-known fact that a thick tree trunk will stop the vast majority of calibers, and as anyone will tell you, if you’re going up against a hostile shooter, cover is essential because the less of you he can see, the better chance you have of surviving.

Anyway, all’s well that ends well.  It’s just too bad the other asshole wasn’t shot and killed as well.

Light Posting

Sorry about the paucity of posts today, but I was busier than a $5 whore during Fleet Week yesterday, only not engaged in any sexual congress, of course.  (New Wife is out of town, and I’m just too damn old for such shenanigans.)

Anyway…

What kept me busy yesterday was that after seeing the news for the past few days (Bondi Beach Escapades, Brown University Learning Experience, Turtle Island Liberation Fun & Games, etc.), I decided that it was time to up my game.

Now should any trouble come to my door, so to speak, I am reasonably confident that I could give a good account of myself in the sense of repelling boarders.  (Cue the Son&Heir:  “Pity the fool.” )

But even though I don’t leave the house to drive around that often, the fact is that I do occasionally have to venture out Where The Wild Things Are.  And if the past week has shown us anything, it’s that The Wild Things can be just about anywhere.  I mean, if the International Asshole Set is going to sprinkle bullets around Bondi fucking Beach, FFS…

…so I decided to fortify the old Tiguan (just went over the 140,000-mile mark, it did) with something a little more than my 1911 and backup trunk gun.  Ergo:

Yup, if I’m going to have to own a damn Mattel gun chambered in 5.56 poodleshooter, then what better location for it than as a replacement for Ye Olde Trunke Gunne (of ancient vintage and slow rate of fire)?

One would think that I would have in my possession the proper-sized gun bag to hold the poodleshooter, but this proved not to be the case [sic]  when I went rummaging around in the Gun Accoutrement Closet — don’t ask — because all I had on hand was a collection of gun bags suitable for scoped bolt-action rifles and shotguns, which were all hopelessly too long.

So… off I went to find a suitable carrier, dimensions: 36″x12″.  (I know, I could have just ordered one online, but I prefer to shop for stuff like this in a store so I can handle the thing and check it out for durability, defects, etc.)

Oy.

One thing I knew for sure is that I do not want to look like some tacticool G.I. Joe:



…because apart from making me look like an idiot, those things are a.) too damn expensive, b.) too heavy and c.) too easily visible through the car windows, tinted though they are.

What I wanted, therefore, was something akin to the above, but smaller and black.  But “hen’s teeth” and “honest politician” are the mots justes  when it comes to those size/color specs.

So what did I end up getting?  This, a Ruger 10/22 “Flagstaff”:

It’s actually 40″ long, but what that does is allow me to stow the first (of several) spare mags in the toe of the thing, which makes the loaded bag more balanced to carry.

All I have to do is apply some matte black spray paint over the red bits, and I should be good to go.

So to speak.

(For those interested in such minutiae, my “load out” is 100 rounds, i.e. what you see there plus three other 20-round mags in the bag’s pockets.  Way I see it, if I were to need more than a hundred rounds — plus whatever I carry on me for the 1911 — then I won’t have been doing my job properly and deserve to die.)

No Halloween Surprise… This Time

Well, well, well… so some Muslim yoofs were planning to launch their own little version of the Bataclan attacks in Paris, only in and around Dearbornistan in Michigan.

The suspects codenamed the attack day “pumpkin,” leading investigators to believe that the planned attack would be carried out on Halloween, when bars and nightclubs would be full of partiers.  The suspects, who are all under 21, allegedly “sought guidance from the father of a local Islamic extremist ideologue” on when to conduct their attack.

The suspects allegedly scoped out sites of potential targets for their attack in September. According to the criminal complaint, the suspects drove past numerous bars and clubs in Ferndale, which is just north of Detroit, and is known as a go-to party spot for gay people.

If found guilty (and according to the charges, their guilt seems pretty conclusive), these little scrotes should be executed and buried in pigskin.  Yeah, the Muzzies would hate us for doing that.   Breaking news:  they already hate us.

And I don’t want to hear about how these would-be killers are just kids.  What they were planning was a very adult activity, and they should be treated as the violent criminals they planned to be.

Oh, and by the way?  That “father of a local Islamic extremist ideologue” can be added to the list, him and his son both.

Fucking bastards come to our country and want to play their little reindeer games on our people?

Kill them and deport their entire families, whether they’re U.S. citizens or not.  Enough is enough.

Gollum Dreams

I see that the Socialists’ favorite little mascot has been getting out of control again:

Democrat strategist James Carville spelled out his “fantasy dream” for punishing Trump “collaborators” after the president leaves office in 2029 — he said their heads should be shaved, they should be clad in orange jumpsuits, and then marched down Pennsylvania Avenue while the public spits on them.

The 80-year-old political consultant unleashed the tirade Wednesday on his Politics War Room podcast while discussing the Trump administration’s higher-education reforms with co-host Al Hunt. Trump has moved to reward colleges that commit to ending institutional practices targeting conservative viewpoints.

Carville labeled universities that accept the reforms as “collaborators,” then said his “fantasy dream” is to see them punished when President Donald Trump leaves office in 2029.

“My fantasy dream is that this nightmare ends in 2029. I think we ought to have radical things. I think they all ought to have their heads shaved.”

He went on to paint the scene in graphic terms.

“They should be put in orange pajamas and marched down Pennsylvania Avenue, and the public should be invited to spit on them,” Carville continued. “All of these collaborators should be shaved, pajama-clad, and spat on.”

Ummm okay.  One quick question for Gollum, though:

Exactly who is going to shave those heads, who is going to force them into orange jumpsuits, and who is going to round them all up from their home towns and take them to D.C. en masse  for your little hate fest to happen?  The FBI?  Secret Service?  Antifa squads?  (Okay wait, that last one is no doubt exactly who he’d nominate.)

The old saying is when you scratch a liberal, you’ll find an evil totalitarian lurking underneath the skin.  My take is that nowadays, no scratching is necessary.

On the other hand, if we’re going to follow this train of thought, perhaps (in the spirit of pure scientific curiosity of course) we should go further than a little scratching, and skin a few people like Carville alive just to see how true the original proposition is.

And if someone were to turn my question around and ask who I think should do the actual skinning, I’d have to call for volunteers among my Readers (some of whom may well have skinned animals after a hunt, and therefore have the necessary expertise not to say enthusiasm).

All right, you may all go off to that warm and wonderful place and play with your skinning knives while crooning to them:  “Soon, soon, my preciousssss.”

And now, a quick poll for you, O My Readers.  Here’s a quick selection of knives that would probably serve someone well in the scientific skinning of (say) James Carville.  They are (top down):  Puma White Hunter, Kershaw Skinner, and Anza Skinner.

Given this selection, which would be your choice?  Answers in Comments.


Note to Carville:  We all have our little fantasies, Gollum.  As for that “spit” thing, mine differs from yours in one crucial area…

Always A Simple Answer

Last Friday I stumbled across this little gem:

So in essence, what you’re saying is that if anyone wants to avoid death by assassination (in this case), they have to be careful of what they say?

There’s a simple word to describe this attitude:  terrorism.

And fuck you.