Friday, October 24, 2014

The other side of the Luger...

I promised myself some time back that if I found a shooter-grade Luger for the right price, I was going to buy it. I've seen plenty of shooter-grade Lugers since then, but the owners all thought they were rare collectibles, if the price tags were anything to go by.

"You know, one of those woman-sized holsters..."

This is important information; people come in all different shapes and and sizes have all different kinds of living circumstances and wardrobes. The carry methods I used in my 20s in Georgia are not the ones I use in my 40s in Indiana.

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Flat shooter...

DanielS and his FN Five-seveN in action. Not a lot of muzzle flip going on. More shooting pictures here. I'm getting a little better at this camera stuff.


From elsewhere...

To their credit, I haven't heard any mealy-mouthing about "workplace violence" from the Canadian government. Stacking furniture against the doors while gunshots ring out in the hallway probably sharpens the mind in a way that some random voter getting iced in the hinterland doesn't, if one is a politician.

It will be interesting to see if this arouses calls for a revival of the defunct Canuck long gun registry boondoggle (brought to you by the same company that went on to build the technological wonder that was the Obamacare web site launch.)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Book Bomb...

It's book bomb day for the latest release from Jim Rawles: Liberators: A Novel of the Coming Global Collapse. I've been reading them since the old "Triple Ought" days, so I'll be putting my order in now, too...

Overheard in the Office...

RX: "Where'd you get the trash can for a background?"

Me: "It's ours, out back."

RX: "Oh, our government-issued trash can."

Me: "It's from Republic..."

RX: "As the sole contractor with...?"

Me: "It's a public-private partnership. You know, like Fascism."

RX: "Like Fascism?"

Does not work that way!

So, the Syrian rebels that aren't ISIS (all ten of them) have discovered that the very existence of the Islamic State is a sort of universal adapter for getting the West involved in helping them topple the Assad regime. Here's the latest: ISIS might have fighter jets!
Could ISIS fighters be training as warplane pilots capable of turning their weapons on coalition aircraft?

To quote the greatest news commentator of our age:

The tools of industrialized warfare are not things one picks up and uses intuitively, the way one does, say, a hammer. A fighter pilot is much more than a guy who knows how to fly a plane and which button to press to launch the missiles*. 

This takes me back to the turn of the millennium, when people were going bezonkoids about the Chinese acquiring a carrier, spinning yarns about the PLAN sailing a carrier battlegroup right under the Golden Gate on Tuesday morning, when the fact is that even if you handed a navy a complete turnkey CVN, it would take years to develop, practice, and perfect carrier operations through trial and error; naval aviation is a lot more complicated than just "land-based aviation, but with a moveable runway." Similarly, most Armor guys I've talked to were pretty confident that, as wonderful as the Abrams was in Desert Storm, they could have switched rides with the other team and still won, such was the gulf between training and grabassticness.

If ISIS really does have their hands on three aircraft, it doesn't matter what type or how sophisticated they are; without the entire organization of an Air Force behind them, they're just three crescent moons waiting to be painted on American (or French or British) cockpits.

*...and here's where I throw in the obligatory side note that they're called "missiles" and not "hitiles" for a reason.


Monday, October 20, 2014

Sorry 'bout that...

Got into town at 0100 on Friday morning and have been on the go ever since. What with friends visiting, the Fun Show, and other things, I reckon I've gotten nine or ten hours sleep since arriving back in Hoosieropolis.

All I gotta do now is run a couple errands and knock out a few overdue things for work, and the pace of life can slow to normal.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Day Out...

Spent the morning with friend staghounds at the Indiana World War Memorial (built back when there was just the one). The shrine was poignant as always: A sacred space that hushes your voice to a whisper by reflex. All that blood spilled pro patria and the walls surrounding the cenotaph were filled with hopeful inscriptions indicating that we thought we'd learned something from it, that surely we'd never, as a species, sink to this low ebb again; we had fought the War To End All Wars.

There's a little museum in the basement, too...

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Fun Show Time!

Let's sing the Fun Show Song!
Flintlocks and Flop-tops
And Number Three Russians
Black-powder Mausers
From jackbooted Prussians,
Shiny Smith PC's from limited runs
These are a few of my favorite guns.

Socketed bay'nets
On Zulu War rifles,
Engraved, iv'ried Lugers
That make quite an eyefull
Mosin tomato stakes sold by the ton
These are a few of my favorite guns.

Rusty top-breaks!
Smallbore Schuetzens!
And all of Browning's spawn
I just keep on browsing my favorite guns
Until all my money's gone.
Again, I've pretty well shot my bolt for the month, but I don't miss an Indy 1500 if I can at all help it.

The Emirati Hillbillies...

The antics of the world's nouveau riche have always made for good entertainment, as everybody from F. Scott Fitzgerald to '60s CBS programming execs could tell you, and the southern littoral of the Persian Gulf is a real world Beverly Hillbillies. Barely a generation out of tents, they've got a collection of skyscrapers and cement ponds that could make Robin Leach pen jeremiads against excess.

Where else would you find Lotus ambulances, robot customs agents, and double-decker rolling courtrooms?