Not just the guns, but all the stuff that goes with them
…this excellent advert arrived from Gunstuff TV yesterday (note the opening sentence):
That’s the ticket. Don’t waste your Chinkvirus money on silly stuff like the rent, groceries, entertainment or car payments: buy a damn gun!
Don’t mind me: I’m just giggling like a schoolgirl, here.
Which can be encapsulated by the standard liberal response:
…even though this whole episode seems to have been triggered by Lockdown Blues.
Just coincidentally, this little advert arrived in my Inbox a couple days back:
Now, leaving aside the wisdom or lack thereof in buying a gun from Century Arms at that price, this merchant of death has a lot to recommend it, i.e.:
So let’s ignore CanuckiPM Pantywaist (as always), and consider the merits of the PSL, in Comments.
Arriving in my Inbox yesterday was this breathless news:
Man, have they ever got me wrong.
In the first place, my NRA membership has long since expired — which just shows you the value of a mailing list (at least to them).
And yeah, I’m so jazzed about winning a fucking sandy-colored Glock, because that screams right there that I’m an “operator” and I really want to be regarded as such.
Even if
were to be replaced by any one of these:
…I still wouldn’t have sent in an entry and renewed my membership.
To the NRA: don’t hold yer breath, you clueless idiots.
The good thing about electronic mail is that it costs almost nothing to send a message. That’s also the bad thing about e-mail.
While seeking to assuage my Lockdown Blues a couple days ago, I stumbled on this little piece at Collectors:
Hmmm… a down-sized carry revolver in .45 Colt/ACP; what could be bad about it.?
Leaving aside the single-action issue (not an optimal choice for self-defense, really), what’s wrong with this piece is the bird’s-head grip.
Maybe it’s just me, but I find revolvers thus gripped to be almost uncontrollable: the damn thing turns in my hand not just up-and-down (which is a good thing with the bird’s head as it helps handle recoil) but side-to-side as well, which is a huge problem. I once had a pretty little Ruger Bearcat revolver in .22 LR, like this one:
…and after a couple years I sold it to someone who wanted just that kind of revolver.
Maybe it just was my hand size, I dunno; but I just had no fun shooting it. And that was a .22 LR revolver: what, I wonder, will it be like trying to control that grip in a meatier chambering like the .45? I’ll probably never own this type of gun again, but I’m willing to be proved wrong.
Your thoughts in Comments.
A Longtime Friend writes and tells me of his terminal boredom with this lockdown bullshit, made worse by a day’s rain. So he decides to clean some of his shotguns:
My only comment is that there are WAY too many over-and-unders…
Because, as any fule kno, a proper shotgun’s barrels should be side by side like a man and his dog, and not over and under like a man and his mistress.
(For a closer look at this magnificent Piotti shotgun, go here.)
Try not to giggle like a schoolgirl when you read this report:
An intrusion suspect in Fredericksburg, Texas, was shot dead by a homeowner’s fiancee Saturday morning after he allegedly choked the homeowner unconscious.
I won’t spoil the fun by adding the final touch. Go and read it.
My only question is: what’s with this “intrusion suspect” bullshit? Little fucker broke into the house, attacked the man and then got shot dead. It’s all as clear as daylight: there’s nothing “suspect” or (my favorite) “alleged” about this.
Anyway, it’s all academic. One less choirboy for us to worry about here in Texas.
