What A Difference

…a day makes.

Yesterday:  Had my annual physical.  Doc says that my stats show that I’m actually in better shape than at my last physical.

Today:  Wake up with post-nasal drip and a sore throat.

Quote Of The Day

On concealable guns:

“Any gun that’s not the size of  the Glock 17 is not going to be easy to shoot.” — Bill Wilson

Oh yeah, Bill, tell it like it is.

He calls the teenies “pocket rockets” and refers to them as “talisman guns” — i.e. people who carry them while not expecting to use them, but falling foul of the “any gun is better than no gun” trope.

I guess I’m guilty of that myself every time I strap on the S&W 637, the only difference from the talisman carriers being that I actually have practiced drawing and shooting the 637 — a lot — while the same isn’t true of the typical of those people.

Of course, I often feel the same way when I strap on the Browning High Power instead of the 1911, but let’s not go back into the “manly” vs. “Europellet” cartridge argument.

Less Beauty In The World

I once wrote that Kirstie Alley was one of the five sexiest women in the world.  And now she’s gone (thank you, cancer, you fucking bastard).

My absolute favorite of her movies:  Sibling Rivalry.

Yeah, I know that she later ballooned out and was seven kinds of crazy, including Scientology.  Don’t care.  She had the world’s sexiest eyes, and laugh.

R.I.P., you gorgeous creature.

No More Gun Lists

Yeah, I was pulled deep into the magazine wells of Teh Intarwebz, and ended up watching the Outlaw listing his Top 10 Guns You Can Bet Your Life On.

And I don’t disagree with any of his choices, to any degree of difference other than choice — as he puts it, guns that you like and are familiar with, as opposed to an equally good option but in a different platform (AR vs. AK, for instance; he prefers the AR, I prefer the AK, but I have almost no experience with the AR because I served in a different country’s .dotmil).

Also, given how much he shoots and how many more guns he plays with, I’m going to state with the utmost conviction that his opinions are going to be much more worthwhile than mine.

And given that I’m a cantankerous Old Phartte with way too many prejudices (fuck off, Glock), Chris’s opinions are even more reliable than mine.  So whereas his recommendations for a gun are more likely to be based on solid testing and experience, mine are going to be the same five guns, every single time, because a lifetime’s shooting of those five has imprinted them deep in my psyche and I’m not likely to change them.

What guns?  Oh, come on:

  • 1911, Browning P35, CZ 75, SIG 210 and Beretta 92FS for centerfire semi-auto handguns
  • Python, S&W 65 and 686, Ruger GP100 and Ruger Blackhawk  for revolvers
  • Mauser 98, Mauser Mod 12, Mauser 1896, Winchester 1894, and AK-47 for centerfire rifles
  • and so on.

If you couldn’t guess at least four out of my five in each category, you haven’t been paying attention.

So I’m not going to be doing any more gun lists because my opinions are no longer that relevant.  Let the young gunslingers have their day on EeewChoob.

Not Our Game

As Longtime Readers know, I’m a huge fan of football (“soccer”) so I was quite distraught that Team U.S.A. was booted out of the World Cup last week.  This, however, got up my nose, big time:

Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rutte trolled President Joe Biden on Twitter, poking fun at the U.S. men’s soccer team’s loss to the Netherlands in the World Cup during the first round of the tournament’s knockout stage on Saturday.

In a promotional video posted Saturday morning, Biden had wished the U.S. team luck as the players prepared for their match against the Netherlands. Holding a ball in front of the White House, Biden said that “it’s called soccer” before reassuring the team, “You’re going to do it!”

Following America’s 3-1 loss on Saturday, Rutte responded to Biden’s tweet, saying, “Sorry Joe, football won.”

No, Dutchie… soccer won.  Had your little nation of Heinekenners fielded a team of NFL-type footballers and played us at, oh, Lambeau Field in late December, you would have lost by a lot more than 3-1.

We’re not that good at soccer because we just don’t care about it.  It’s pretty much the same as Formula 1 — we have perfectly-good alternatives right here.

Oh, and now that the Germans have been eliminated, you may actually have a chance of winning the Cup, instead of being beaten like a drum by them since, errrr, 1939.

And speaking of the disturbances in the early 1940s… you’re welcome.