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.

Got “The Speech” from my doctor the other day about age, weight, blood pressure, exercise, and everything else in my life that isn’t in conformity with the “Live Forever” agenda.  As if adding another five or six years to my lifespan is worth giving up rye whiskey and ten cent ceegars.

Breakfast this morning was plain oatmeal with dried blueberries, almonds, and some honey.  I washed it down with a cup of coffee.  Yum freaking yum.  Have I mentioned I don’t care for sweet foods anymore?

I will begin a concerted effort to exercise this afternoon when I walk Boo through the zoo.  I will try to fit a dedicated workout into my busy schedule somewhere between cotillions and teas with the Queen.

I’ve grown very fond of bacon, eggs, potatoes, and all the other things that make eating more than a means to gain nutrition.  Now they will be something on the “Forbidden Pleasures” list.  The only thing she didn’t rule out was the occasional drink, so I’ll be able to have a beer or bourbon every so often while I chew my cud.

This is going to well and truly suck.

Win Stupid Prizes

I’m not a basketball fan, at least not on TV.  Basketball is lumped in with baseball for me in that I love to go to games, but find it exceedingly boring to watch on TV.

So I missed this the other day:

When freshman point guard Angel Rodriguez stepped to the free throw line in the first half, some members of the band began to chant, “Where’s your green card?” Rodriguez is a Puerto Rico native. 

Since they acted like trolls and embarrassed their university, I’m not surprised to learn that several of these cretins have lost their band scholarships and have been forced to sit in the “you said a bad thing” class.

For once, I’m not going to shriek about political correctness run amok.  These aren’t students who are being penalized for expressing views that are looked down upon by their faculty.  These schmucks decided to act like, well, schmucks on national TV while representing their school and being paid to do it.  So having their inability to control themselves and act right in public should come back to bite them on the tuckus. To me, they were being paid to sit in the stands, play some annoying songs, and show the colors for the school.  Instead they acted like trash and now they’re being reminded that trash doesn’t get to sit in the stands and toot a horn for pay.

I hope they enjoy washing dishes to make up the difference in their educational/beer budgets.  Maybe they’ll learn a little humility and how to act.

Me:  Sweetheart, how bad is the sunburn on my neck?
Irish Woman:  Ouch.  Somewhere between medium and medium-rare.  And does your head hurt too?
Me:  A bit.  How bad is it?
Irish Woman:  It’s not that bad.  You just look like a Viking that got a bit too close to the volcano, that’s all.

Mental note – Next time, just look in the mirror.