Oooooh we got Sarah all riled up, and man is she pissed. (She even swears, albeit behind some ladylike asterisks.)
Don’t be surprised if at the end, you’re hootin’ and hollerin’ and shooting guns in the air, like I did.
Tag: Good Guys
Dept. Of Righteous Shootings
Seems as though this punk kid decides that he wants to do something about overpopulation, i.e. shooting everyone he could in an apartment complex. He manages to kill an old lady (no doubt getting a nod of approval from NYGov “Granny-Killer” Cuomo), but at that point, an Olde Pharte decides that enough is enough, and shoots the little bastard dead with his… hunting rifle.
[pause to let the cheers, applause hooting, hollering and catcalls die down]
This being Arkansas, I doubt whether anything more need be said about this.
My old buddy, the late (and sorely-missed) Airboss used to keep next to his front door not a shotgun, but a bolt-action .308 because, as he explained, “I can take care of myself; it’s my neighbors who might need protection.”
Quod erat demonstratum.
Splish Splash
I’ve seen a few funny things in my life, but very few as funny as this. Setup: a citizen is gassing up at the fuel pump, whereupon three choirboys swoop in for purposes of larceny. Now go and watch what happens next. (Try not to giggle like a schoolgirl, as I did.)
Well, There’s That
Email from National Treasure Joe Huffman, concerning The Great Gun Robbery:
That really sucks.
I have moved your entry to next year. Same position, etc.
The event will probably be April 29th -> May 1st.Joe Huffman
Boomershoot Event Director
For me, Boomershoot is becoming like the Jews’ mantra: “Next year in Jerusalem Orofino.”
Maniac
The above word being used in its most positive sense, that is, when describing a British Army officer who fought the whole of World War II with a broadsword and longbow as his personal weapons (!!!). (Also a set of bagpipes, but let’s not go there. He wasn’t even Scottish.)
Here’s “Mad Jack” Churchill’s story (watch the video first), and his boring Wikipedia entry. “War hero” doesn’t even begin to describe a man who was decorated four times for bravery under fire. He should have got the V.C. and probably would have, except that the world ran out of wars for him to fight.
Read and watch it all.
Mourning The Queen
It bothers me that raddled old Commies like Nancy Pelosi and Dianne Feinstein can live to a ripe [sic] old age, but wonderful women like Sabine Schmitz get snatched away from us far too early.
“Sabine who?” you ask.
There was no one like Sabine Schmitz, the Queen of the Nurburgring, and I’m not sure there’ll ever be anyone quite like her.
Whenever she was due to appear on the old Top Gear show, I made sure never to miss it, because she was the real deal: taunting, teasing, mocking, shouting, screaming and in general, making utter fools of all the Top Gear hosts — especially Clarkson — and then backing it up with matchless displays of driving skill around one of the world’s deadliest racing circuits.
Here’s a tribute to Sabine from, well, everyone who ever knew her professionally. And here’s Part 1 and Part 2 of her audacious challenge: that she could drive around the Ring faster in a Ford Transit van than Jeremy Clarkson had done in a Jaguar.
I loved loved LOVED Sabine Schmitz, and I am going to miss her terribly.
