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30 Days of Heinlein – Day 10

Duty is a debt you owe to yourself to fulfill obligations you have assumed voluntarily.  — Time Enough For Love

Thought for the Day

Man hath no love like that of a labrador retriever in the vicinity of a three year old eating french fries and chicken nuggets.

TV Series Idea

A black and white display.  A thin man in a dark suit comes on and intones with a deep voice:

Consider if you will DaddyBear, a middle-aged man in American suburbia. He is trying to get ready to take his daughter to her chorus recital, but is instead having a nervous breakdown.
He has spent the past 45 minutes looking for his camera, which he had used less than 12 hours before.
He found the camera itself tucked inside a toy box, under a pile of Lincoln Logs and Matchbox cars.
The batteries to the camera are still lost, but have been replaced with the batteries from a flashlight.
The memory card for the camera was, however, not in the camera.
A search of his home was fruitless, until he went to take out a DVD for his smallest son to watch for the evening while he is home with his mother.
Inside the DVD case for “Frosty the Snowman/Rudolph the Reindeer”, instead of the expected DVD, he found his memory stick.
His mind finally snapped when he took it out and found it liberally coated with honey.

He is about to enter….. The Parenting Zone

Today in History

On December 12, 1985, Airow Air Flight 1285 crashed just after take off from Gander, Newfoundland.  The crash and resulting fire killed 256 people, including 248 soldiers of the 101st Airborne Division.  These soldiers were returning from peacekeeping duty in the Sinai.  Their mission was not one of conquest or nation building.  They placed their lightly armed bodies between two countries that had fought multiple wars so that the Camp David Accords could have time to become a habitual peace instead of a footnote in history.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. — The Gospel of Saint Matthew, Chapter 5, Verse 9

H/T to Blackfive for the reminder.

News Roundup

  • From the “Transparency” Department – A recent report about spending at several U.N. agencies finds the agencies refuse to open their books so that outsiders can see whether the money the agencies are given, most donated by U.N. member nations, is spent appropriately.  Some agencies have large overages, and won’t show why budgeted cash isn’t being spent.  I say we cut them off until they start coming across with audits by Deloitte.
  • From the “Skymall Taser” Department – Fox News is giving advice on how to politely discourage chatty co-travelers while you are flying to your holiday destination.  I don’t mind a little chat during the run up to the flight, but after we take off, it’s not hard to sell the “I can’t hear you because my ears won’t pop” schtick if I don’t want to talk.
  • From the “Expensive Labor” Department – San Fransisco is making headlines because the city fathers have raised the minimum wage in the city to $10.24 an hour.  That’s right kids.  The teenager working at the Starbucks on Pier 39 is making over 10 dollars an hour.  Proponents of the change are dismissing assertions by business owners that they will be laying off staff to cover the increased cost of labor.  Apparently having a business in San Fransisco is so wonderful that it is worth any cost, or something.
  • From the “Caseload” Department – The Supreme Court has agreed to take on the case of the state of Arizona’s new immigration law.  The federal government convinced the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals that states may only enforce those immigration laws that Washington approves.  The Arizona law makes it legal for police to inquire about immigration status, mandates that immigrants carry their identification with them, and makes it illegal under state law for an illegal alien to hold or seek a job.  The case could be heard early enough to have a decision out before the final run to the election next fall.  Do we really need the highest court in the land to say it’s OK for a state to enforce federal laws the federal government refuses to enforce?

Quote of the Day

Lutefisk – Norwegians put butter on it, Swedes put brown sugar on it,  the cats put sand on it.

Tom Griswold, of the Bob and Tom Show,* reading from a reader letter about Scandinavian food.

I have had lutefisk precisely three times in my life, all three in an attempt to bring joy to the heart of my grandmother, a German woman who wholly took on Norwegian culture and ‘cuisine’ when she married my Norwegian grandfather.  Now that I’m grown and she’s up in heaven giving my grandfather an earful about his verdammte grandson, I don’t let it in the house.

*That link is probably NSFW.

30 Days of Heinlein – Day 9

All societies are based on rules to protect pregnant women and young children. All else is surplusage, excrescence, adornment, luxury, or folly, which can — and must — be dumped in emergency to preserve this prime function. — Time Enough For Love

Range Report

Sunday was hectic, but I was able to squeeze in a quick trip to my indoor range.  Knob Creek is currently flooded out (Hey, it’s called Knob Creek for a reason), so I went to my indoor range, OpenRange Sports in Crestwood.

For all of this shooting, I sent the target out to 21 feet.  I used the same paper target for all of the shooting, but added a new stick-on target for each gun after the first round.

I of course shot the new Remington R1 that I posted about a few days ago.  I started out with three magazines worth of S&B 230 grain FMJ, and the pistol performed flawlessly.  The slide was very smooth, and the trigger the last owner put in was smooth with very little take-up before breaking.  I also put one magazine each of CorBon 185 grain +P and Federal 230 grain hollow points. Again, the pistol performed flawlessly.  The 3-dot sight on the R1 showed up very well against a dimly lit range background.  I need to do some shooting with it in real low-light conditions.
Here are the results from shooting the 1911 at 21 feet:

Not bad.  A couple of flyers, and I’m shooting a bit low and to the left, but not bad for the first time I’ve shot this gun.  I’ll keep working on it.
Next came the CZ-82.  This is my EDC gun.  It’s definitely more accurate than I am.  I was shooting Fiocci 92 grain FMJ through it today.  Again, shots were taken at 21 feet.
Not bad for a $200 gun shooting cheap ammunition.
Next came the Smith and Wesson Model 13 .357.  I wimped out and was shooting S&B .38 Special 158 grain FMJ.  I did most of them single action, with the last two cylinders going in double action.  I love the trigger on this gun.  All it takes in single action is a hard thought, and the double action is very smooth, if a bit heavy.
My first cylinder of double action shooting went off to the right quite a bit, but I corrected that in the second cylinder.  I definitely need to get some snap caps and work on my dry fire.
Last came the S&W 22A1.  This one is a bit finicky about its ammunition, but with Remington 36 grain HP it runs pretty well.  I went back and forth between the torso and the head with these.  Hey, if you’re going to shoot inexpensive ammunition, have fun with it.
Yeah, that was fun, and that’s the main reason I do it.
Here’s the final status of the target after all of those holes were punched in it:
Yeah, Frosty had a bad day.

Overheard at the Dinner Table

DaddyBear – It’s Christmas, not the Manhattan Project.

Said during a conversation in which Irish Woman was being cryptic about what she is buying for use as stocking stuffers for the children.

The Grinch Who Stole Kimchi

The Who’s down in Seoul-ville
Liked Christmas a lot
But the Leader up in Pyongyang
Certainly did not

He stood there in his gray suit
With his hair a foot high
He was a short, roundish thing
A really foul tempered guy

He stood there grinching, sipping his brandy
And snacking on caviar
His lackies kept handy.

“They’re hanging their lights”
He grinched in Hongul
“It makes my people think
That I’m a big fool”

“Why for decades now
I’ve put up with their crap
My dad tried to stop them
But he got a pimp slap.
I’ve torpedoed their ships
and shelled their bases.
I’d love to take those Christmasy smiles
From their faces!”

Then the Leader got an idea
An awful idea
The Leader got an evil, awful idea

“I know just what I’ll do”
Said the Leader with a smirk
“I’ll rattle my saber and act like a jerk”

So he woke up his mouthpiece,
Who was shivering with cold
And the mouthpiece got on the horn
And did as he was told.

“The running dogs of the South must stop their fun
Or we will make them stop with the barrel of a gun.
Their food, their light, their warmth, their freedom
We’ll blow that all up if they don’t cease ’em.”

His saber well rattled, his ego well stroked
The Leader was feeling really quite stoked.
So he retired to his castle, far from the Who’s.
He just settled in for his winterly snooze.

The Who’s, you ask?
What did they do?
Well, in Seoul-ville that day,
So the old people say,
They launched another video game to play.
So no-one heard the Leader grumping
And didn’t hear the empty war drum he was thumping.
So in his hermit kingdom he will continue to rot
And the Who’s will think of him not!