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Thought for the Day

While watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Irish Woman had the following thought:

The reason that Mrs. Claus is always urging Santa to eat is so that she can fatten him up on carbs and high-fat foods.  Her hopes are probably that he’ll take off in that sleigh, and under the stress of the Christmas rush, he’ll have a stroke and crash.  That way she can inherit the entire North Pole  How much do you want to bet she has a double indemnity life insurance policy on the fat man?  

Yes, it’s no mystery why I love her so much.  She’s my soul mate.

Celebrating the Centennial

This spring, when I was walking around the floor at the NRA annual meeting, I picked up each and every 1911 I could find. I looked at different finishes, different sights, triggers, and doodads.  I tested the actions for smoothness and the triggers for crispness.  It’s the centennial of the 1911, and I wanted to find one that would be my barbecue gun.

Out of all of the offerings, other than the custom jobs that I knew were going to cost more than I could pay, I liked the Remington R1 the best.  I’ve been saving my pennies ever since, and I finally had the money for one, with a little left over in case I could find a good deal on an R1 Enhanced.

Guess what I found at the gun store this weekend?

That’s a used Remington R1with a lot of the parts swapped out with accessories from Wilson Combat and Pachmeyr grips. The original owner bought it, shot half a box of ammo through it, brought it back to the gun store to have a bunch of custom work done to it, shot the rest of the box of ammo through it, then brought it back because it just wasn’t what he was looking for.  I’m not sure what he traded it in for, but I hope he keeps working his way down the gun counter like that so the rest of us can benefit.  Let no-one say I won’t take advantage of someone putting a lot of money into something they finally decided they didn’t like.  I bought it from the shop that did the work on it, which is also my gunsmith, so I’m pretty confident I’ll like everything they’ve done.

Best part for me?  It’s only had 50 rounds through it and has a lot of custom stuff added in that I would have paid extra to get in the R1 Enhanced model.  Only thing that’s missing, as far as I can tell, is the adjustable rear sight and the fiber optic front sight.

It’s still got the stock 3-dot sights, barrel, and bushings.  It’s a much tighter gun than I’m used to with my RIA 1911, but not so tight that racking the slide or rotating the barrel bushing is a pain.

I can’t wait to take it out and put holes in paper with it.  I made it a goal to get a new 1911 in 2011, and I made it!

The Lord Has A Sense Of Humor

A few days ago, I posted about how I didn’t really care for the AR-15. Again, it’s a personal preference, even though I can recognize that an AR can be an excellent choice in firearm for someone who enjoys shooting them.

But the Lord, in his infinite wisdom, has a sense of humor.

Girlie Bear has announced that one of her life goals is to join the Army.  She’s not sure what she wants to do in the Army, but she wants to serve.

I’m proud, of course.  If she follows through, she’ll continue a family tradition that stretches back to our first Irish ancestor who joined the Union army a couple of hours after he got off the boat from the Old Sod.  And she’s only 13, so she has half a decade to decide for sure what she wants to do.

But in the event that she is truly serious, it looks like I’m going to have to dust off my old Basic Rifle Marksmanship manuals and teaching skills.  I was BRM instructor for my company in Arizona, and I was always the one detailed to work with the soldiers who thought that guns were icky.

Yeah, it was an Military Intelligence unit.  Yes, I’ve heard the jokes, and a lot of them are pretty close to the truth.  Yes, there are actually people who join the military that think the concept of guns is bad.  I was surprised too.

I’ve spent many hot Arizona days going over steady hold, trigger squeeze, breath control, and sight picture and alignment.  Guess I’m going to get to go over dime and washer exercises with my daughter.

All of this means that in the next couple of years I’ll be either building or buying a basic M4gery.  I don’t want her to learn on a high speed AR, then get to basic and have an issue weapon do all of the things that a slick AR has been crafted to not do.  Call it a bit of pride, but my daughter isn’t going to be “that girl” at the range unless being “that girl” means she’s the one who qualifies Expert on her first try.

Yes, He’s got a sense of humor, He does.

Today’s Earworm

Today’s Earworm

Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.

Thought for the Day

Marriage is the state where a person strives to a better person for the sake of another adult, while at the same time resisting the infrequent urges to drive the car into a bridge abutment as a reaction to the actions of that adult.

Blogs Roundup

I’m going to take a page from BRM’s playbook, and point out some things I’ve seen on the blogs that I thought y’all might like.

  • Over at RaindogBlue, h points out a good practice his leadership had when monitoring the recent OWS encampments.
  • Over at Tractor Tracks, Farmgirl reports that the Farm Family has lost someone special.  Go on over and show some love to a family that’s adopted a lot of people into their clan.
  • Over at My Daily Kona, Mr. G’s has a good collection of some great bumper-sticker wisdom.
  • LabRat has some weapons grade cute going on over at her place, with a report on her young horse/dog/bear hybrid.
  • At American Thinker, Fay Voshell shares a beautiful moment in her families life with us.
  • Miguel reports that the cases on Magtech ammunition might be serialized.  I have some Magtech in the basement.  I’ll have to check that out next time I go to the range.
  • Linoge is holding a fundraiser for one of my preferred charities, and has some good fanfic up as well.  

Glad I Wasn’t On That Jury

We all worry about the danger of a stranger hurting us or our family.  Call them a goblin, mookie, sumdood, or whatever, we worry about the external threat.  We put locks on our doors, acquire tools for protection, and gain skills to effectively use those tools to protect our families.

But what do you do when the threat is from within?

A man in New Hampshire recently pled guilty to killing his wife after finding that she had strangled their children, killing one of them.  The woman had a history of mental illness and may have been under the delusion that her husband and mother-in-law were trying to take the children away from her.  The father came home, found both children strangled by his wife, and beat his wife to death with a flashlight.  He believed that she had killed both children.  He then tried to take his own life, but was awoken the next morning by his daughter, who had survived the attack.

He has been sentenced to 30 years in prison, but if he keeps his nose clean, gets counseling, and completes his education while in prison, he may be free in 10 years.  In the meantime, his son and wife are dead and his daughter will be raised either by family or in a foster home.  Either way, her life has been shattered.  Her brother is dead at the hands of her mother, her mother was killed by her father, and her father is in prison for at least the rest of her childhood.

Like the title says, I would hate to have been on a jury for a case like this.  A man kills his wife after finding his children dead at her hand.  Can a father look at another father who does such a thing and not put himself in his shoes?

Like I said, we all prepare for the external threat, but what do you do about the internal threat?  It’s easy to tell an abused woman to jettison the abuser, but what if she truly loves the man?  The father in this case knew that his wife was mentally unstable, but can the human heart cut a part of itself out as easily as one would reject any other kind of poison?

I can honestly say that I don’t know how I would handle such a situation.  If my wife was having psychological problems, but hadn’t shown any signs of being an overt danger to the rest of the family, what would I do?  Would I try to make sure she was never alone with the children?  Would I try to force them to get treatment, even using the threat of divorce to get them to seek help?  Could I be strong enough to force her out of our home until she had gotten treatment and had her psychological problems under control?

And if the worst happened, and I found that she had harmed the children, how would I react?  Would I be able to keep it together enough to call the police?  Would I snap as this man did and take matters into my own hands?  I honestly don’t know.  I hope I never have to find out.

Station Identification

Today the most disgusting thing I ever saw happened right before my eyes…….


In accordance with government regulations, we now pause this blog for station identification.

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…. AND I HOPE THEY ALL END UP WITH THEIR DANGLY BITS LAMINATED BETWEEN LAYERS OF SANDPAPER!

Today’s Earworm

Get off my lawn! Edition