From Insty (link included):
…just nobody at this website.

Although, given both the cost and scarcity of ammo these days, it would probably be better to go with an SKS:

…especially as you can’t fit a bayonet to the MG-42’s barrel.
At the end of a long weekend, comes… yeah, we all know:

So let’s lighten the mood a little:






…and a blast from the past, but still appropriate:




Oh well… it looks like it’s time to get ready for Christmas, like Kelly Brook is doing:

That’s assuming we’ll be allowed to celebrate Christmas, of course.
Ask me about my mood.
The kids clubbed together and bought me a birthday/Christmas present:

Never owned a Savage 64F before, and this stainless-barreled one is as pretty as all hell — once one loses the black compo stock, that is [sigh]. Came with scope mounts, but I’m in two minds whether to scope the thing or not, given that its function is “plinker”. I guess it depends on whether my old eyes can get it inside a respectable circle or not.
Apparently, the store was not able to include even a single box of .22 LR, but I believe I’ve got a few rounds of rimfire lying around somewhere. (I’ll also need a few spare mags at some point, but that can wait awhile.)
So if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range to test it out.
Update: I couldn’t get a ten-shot string offhand inside a palm-sized ring at 25 yards, but the Son&Heir could (damn his young eyes) — so I’m gonna need a scope. [deep sigh]
Thanks for all the scope advice.
On the bright side: the 64F loves Aguila 40-gr Match more than any other ammo I tried. Fortunately, I bought a couple cases on a great deal back in about 2007, so there we go.
I enjoyed myself during the late 1970s, but when I hit the 80’s was when I hit my stride. No other way to put it: I ruled. Successful business career, band was playing up a storm, a “stable” of girlfriends — what later came to be called “friends with benefits” (we just called each other “friends”); and in the middle of that decade, I moved over to the U.S. to start all over again.
All this took place with a fantastic soundtrack, and here it is, Kim’s Top 50. (I started off adding links to the songs, but in many cases, the links had either disappeared or the video been taken down. So if you see a title you want to listen to, just look it up in YouTube or whatever.) The songs are in no specific order.
Every single one of the above songs evokes a memory of a time, a place or a person, and every single one of them is absolutely wonderful.
Okay, this is genuinely funny. Via Insty comes this little bit of mirthmaking:

Follow the link to see why I, and the rest of Trump Country, cannot stop laughing.
To help you all with this one, Georges Barbier’s original title of the work is “The Difficult Admission”.

So… what’s she admitting to?
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