Thank you so much for your kind email.  I am honored to know that after you just “stumbling” upon my little blog, your clients are excited to create an advertising relationship with my collection of brain droppings.  I must be doing something right if you can accidentally find my rants, musings, and bad jokes and immediately associate it with your customers advertising requirements.  

Unfortunately, I decided long ago to only put links on the blog for causes and companies with whom I have a relationship.  For example, I donate to Soldier’s Angels, so there is a link for Soldier’s Angels.  I know the proprietors of Michael’s Custom Holsters and Dragon Leatherworks, and I am a customer of those fine companies, so I put up links to their sites.  I think you get the idea.

But I draw the line at putting up advertising for companies with whom I don’t have much of a connection beyond a monthly check.  This is pretty much a hobby and self-administered catharsis for me, so I don’t put up advertising for companies I have only a slight connection to.  And to be honest, making this a commercial enterprise would create ethical issues for me.

However, if your clients wish to send me examples of their wares so that I can test them and put up a review, I’d be more than happy to do so.  Heck, I’ll even ship the product back when I’m done if they want. But I’m not interested in being paid for advertising space on the blog.

If you truly like my blog and are now reading it, you’ll see this message.  If you think we can do business on mutually agreeable terms, then please contact me again. If not, then I wish you luck in the future, but I don’t need to continue to get emails on a regular basis from you and your associated websites.

Again, good luck, and I hope to hear from you again soon.

Sincerely

Daddy J. Bear

This is a repost from April 25, 2011.  H/T to Julie over at Jigsaw’s Thoughts for reminding me of the date.

Today is ANZAC Day.  Today we commemorate the brave men of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps’s involvement in the Gallipoli campaign of World War I, which was an attempt to knock Turkey out of World War I and open the Bosphorus to Russian, British, and French shipping.  By the time that the British high command realized that the fighting at Gallipoli was going nowhere, almost 150,000 Australian, New Zealand , British, French, and Indian soldiers were dead or wounded.

As far as I know, I have no familial ties to Australia or the rest of the Commonwealth.   But I do remember my mother and her mother making ANZAC Cookies every April.  It was only later in life that I learned just what those hard, sweet cookies meant.  I did serve with some outstanding Diggers from Australia once or twice, and if their great-grandfathers were half as resourceful, professional, and friendly as the soldiers I met, then a lot of good men had their trial by fire on the shores of Gallipoli.

If you’re interested in learning a bit about the Battle of Gallipoli and the soldiers who fought on both sides, the 2005 documentary “Gallipoli” was very well done.  I also came across this poem a few months ago, and thought I’d share.  It was written by an Australian soldier who was convalescing from wounds received at Gallipoli.

A boy in Colorado has been suspended from school because he hit a bully back.

“One kid kicked me in the back, then punched me in the face. Then I punched him in the face and then I got in trouble,”

Seen at the NRA store in St. Louis.  Nothing bad can happen here.

Well, not that strange, but definitely something I have noticed.

I met LawDog over the weekend, and it was a pleasure.  But now, when I read his posts, I hear them in his voice.  I’ve noticed the same thing with other bloggers I’ve met.  I no longer hear their writings in my ‘head voice’, but now with their voice and accent. 

Anyone else have this happen to them?

George Zimmermann, the shooter in the Trayvon Martin case, has been arrested and is being charged with second degree murder.  Apparently the press conference where that was announced included several people who have been publicly calling for his head on a pike, including Al Sharpton.

The Florida statute for second degree murder reads:

(2) The unlawful killing of a human being, when perpetrated by any act imminently dangerous to another and evincing a depraved mind regardless of human life, although without any premeditated design to effect the death of any particular individual, is murder in the second degree and constitutes a felony of the first degree, punishable by imprisonment for a term of years not exceeding life or as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084. 

(3) When a person is killed in the perpetration of, or in the attempt to perpetrate, any:
(a) Trafficking offense prohibited by s. 893.135(1),
(b) Arson,
(c) Sexual battery,
(d) Robbery,
(e) Burglary,
(f) Kidnapping,
(g) Escape,
(h) Aggravated child abuse,
(i) Aggravated abuse of an elderly person or disabled adult,
(j) Aircraft piracy,
(k) Unlawful throwing, placing, or discharging of a destructive device or bomb,
(l) Carjacking,
(m) Home-invasion robbery,
(n) Aggravated stalking,
(o) Murder of another human being,
(p) Resisting an officer with violence to his or her person, or
(q) Felony that is an act of terrorism or is in furtherance of an act of terrorism,
by a person other than the person engaged in the perpetration of or in the attempt to perpetrate such felony, the person perpetrating or attempting to perpetrate such felony is guilty of murder in the second degree, which constitutes a felony of the first degree, punishable by imprisonment for a term of years not exceeding life or as provided in s. 775.082, s. 775.083, or s. 775.084.

Well, Blogger seems to have borked up something in my bloglist.  I can’t add, edit, or remove anything from the list.  I’m going to try to get the links to the blogs out and re-make it, but if I miss someone, please let me know.  Also, if you read this little collection of brain droppings and can stand to have your good name associated with it and I haven’t blogrolled you yet, just drop me a note and I’ll add you to the new list.

France is struggling with what to do with the remains of the coward who murdered three children, their teacher, and three soldiers over the past few weeks.  This piece of filth was lucky enough to catch a piece of copper jacketed lead with his cranium during a standoff with police, so there won’t be any trial where he gets to rant about how the cause of jihad is advanced by shooting young girls in the head while they’re being held up for the camera.   Algeria, where this “person’s” family comes from, has declined to take the body off of France’s hands, so now the French government must find a way to dispose of it.

My answer to their conundrum is pretty simple:  Don’t.

This murdering bastard doesn’t deserve a proper burial.  Toulouse is a medieval city, so I suggest a medieval solution:

I’m sure that if you go to the main gate of the old city walls of Toulouse, you will find either hooks or places to put hooks in the wall.  From those hooks a cage can be hung with the earthly remains of this waste of good protein in it.  Then you walk away.  Let the world press take all the pictures they want, and let the crows have a feast.  It’ll be messy for a few days, but after that, all you’ll have is a cage full of bones for a few years that will act as a reminder that child murderers aren’t handled with any kindness in Toulouse.  Place a guard of paratroopers from the local regiment to make sure no-one tries to retrieve the bodies before the birds have had their fill.  Something tells me you won’t have much trouble getting volunteers.

French authorities are also holding this bastards ill-begotten brother.  My suggestion as to what to do with him if he’s convicted is eerily similar, except we don’t have to wait for the putz to get a 9mm aneurysm.

Sorry if this sounds a bit harsh, but after reading what this guy did, my humanity meter is reading a little low in reference to him and his ilk.

Update – The BBC is reporting that he’s been buried in Toulouse.  Here’s hoping they used good French porcelain for the urinal.

Like a lot of you, I was shocked to read OldNFO‘s post this morning reporting the death of Newbius.

I met Newbius a couple of years ago in the GunBlogger Conspiracy chatroom, and he was always kind and polite.  He was a font of information and advice when asked, but would not push his opinions on you.

I met him last year at the NRA Annual Meeting, and it was a pleasure to talk with him in meatspace.  He was as kind and nice sitting across a table as he was on a chat line, and the time I spent talking to him was a highlight of the weekend.

We lost a good man this week, and the world is diminished by his absence.  My family will be keeping him and his family in our prayers.

To all of those people who told us a decade ago that efforts to increase domestic petroleum production and refining capacity wouldn’t have any impact because it would take years for new oil fields and refineries to come on line, you all can bite my fuzzy butt.

!@#$!@ $4.10 a gallon this morning. Perkele.