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Credit where credit is due

OK, I’ll be the first to admit that while I like sports, I have a low opinion of athletes in general.  It’s a bias on my part, and I admit that it’s irrational and probably based on several things that have happened in my life.


But a lot of the athletes out there don’t fit the stereotype of a spoiled chump who won the genetic lottery and was in the right place at the right time to catch a few million in exchange for having no other marketable skill.  Two of the young people who prove me wrong saved a little boy the other day:

Two Missouri Western football players have made a family fans for life after pulling a toddler out of a locked car on a day when temperatures reached 95 degrees

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These young men saw a person in trouble, figured out what the problem was, and helped without being asked.  The guy who broke the window took a chance with his college and possible professional football career when he broke the window in with his bare hand.  



Good for you gentlemen.  You did a selfless thing, and you showed that my bias isn’t universally warranted.

Come back from the woods safe

Bow season has started here in Kentucky, and for the next few months, the woods and fields around my home will have hunters in them.  It could be guys putting a little dove or duck in their diet, someone looking for that perfect rack of antlers for their living room, or the guy who’s trying to put enough venison and rabbit in the freezer to get through the winter.

No matter what their motivation, and there really isn’t a bad one, for going hunting, I ask only these things from my fellow hunters:

  • Be courteous – Ask permission before hunting on private land.  Don’t ruin someone else’s hunt by pissing off the landowners.  Don’t argue with someone over  a downed deer or whether or not you can walk across a clearing they’re watching from a treestand.
  • Be safe – If you’re supposed to be wearing hunter orange, wear it.  Wear safety harnesses up in the tree stand, even if your granddaddy never did and he hunted those woods for decades.  Follow Rule 4 and always know what you’re shooting and what’s beyond it. 
  • Follow the law –  Buy the proper licenses and permits.  Don’t hunt before or after allowed hunting hours.  Hunt with the tools you’re supposed to.  Know the rules for hunting on public land and follow them.
  • Be smart –  Don’t make the rest of us look stupid.  Don’t take shots if you’re not certain you can bring the game down humanely.  If you’re hunting for a trophy, don’t waste meat by just taking the head and cape. 
  • Pass it on – Take your kids or an adult who’s new to hunting along with you a couple times.  They’re not teaching this stuff in school, so we have to be self-propogating.  And be a good example for them.

I would love to get to February and realize that I haven’t heard a single news report about someone dieing because either they or someone else messed up.  I would love to get to next summer and not have a single landowner in my area decide that we were too rude, messy, or destructive for him to allow us to use his land.  I want to be able to talk to a Fish and Wildlife agent about a law or rule without him being able to provide a recent example of someone breaking it.

In short, I want the same number of people at the campfire to tell hunting stories, the same number of acres to hunt, and happy law enforcement.  I hope that that’s something that a lot of us want.

Ruger 10/22 Project Gun

Last year, when Girlie Bear started getting better at using the Rossi .22 single shot I bought for teaching her to shoot, I decided I needed a repeating .22 rifle with iron sights.  I have a Savage Mark II, but that’s scoped with no iron sights on it.  Since I already had a bolt gun to teach her with when the time comes to introduce her to optics, I decided to get a semi-auto.  Yes, she can burn up the ammunition going through a magazine, but all it takes is a touch on her shoulder to slow her down.

I decided to get a bare bones Ruger 10/22 and upgrade it as I found necessary. The rifle was small enough that Girlie Bear wouldn’t be intimidated by it, but not so small that I couldn’t comfortably spend an afternoon shooting it.
After a few trips to the range, I knew why so many upgraded models were available.  The stock iron sights, not to put too fine a point on it, sucked.  After a little research, including advice from the Gunblogger Conspiracy, I bought and installed a set of TechSights TR100 sights.  These are similar to the peep sights that you find on American service rifles, including the current M-4 rifles.  Installation was easy, and zero-ing was as easy as zero-ing an M-16 on the range at Fort Leonard Wood.  Since I already knew how the sight picture on these should look, there wasn’t much re-training to know how things should look when I line up a shot.  I could also easily describe how to use the sights to Girlie Bear, so she got better advice when learning how to use them.
Next came the stock, and I had to do a lot more digging on this one.  I wanted a stock that was a bit longer than the original polymer stock, but not so long that it would be uncomfortable for someone smaller than me.  Remember, my primary use of this gun is as a training aide for Girlie Bear and her brothers.  I found a lot of different styles of stocks, including some gorgeous wood and laminate stocks, but since this is going to be a plinker/truck gun, I didn’t want to put something that pretty on it, and I started leaning heavily towards an adjustable stock.  I finally settled on this one from Blackhawk!, mainly because of the adjustable stock, the price, and the brand’s reputation for ruggedness and quality.  I’m not taking this to war, but neither do I want something that I have to worry about scratching or denting at the range or out in a pasture.
Butt stock fully extended

Butt stock fully compressed
With the stock fully extended, I have the sights and the trigger where it’s comfortable for me without scrunching up, and it compresses pretty well for a smaller shooter.  The Blackhawk! stock falls away from the barrel almost immediately after the chamber, but I don’t know how much difference that’s going to make on how the rifle shoots.  I added a cheap sling that came with its own swivels so that I can use and teach how to use a hasty sling.  When the time comes, I’ll swap in a pair of swivels and put on either one of my M-1 Garand slings or a dedicated National Match type sling.  
Costs were pretty good.  I got the rifle on sale for $180, the TechSights were $60, the stock was another sale price for $62, and the sling was $15.  Total cost for this project was about $300 plus my time to research and install the sights and stock.  That’s about what the higher end 10/22’s were running at the gun store, and I got just what I wanted instead of getting an upgraded sight or stock that wasn’t exactly right.  I’m still using the stock magazine release and trigger, but I can’t complain about those, so I probably won’t mess with those.

News Roundup

  • From the “No Kidding” Department – President Obama is polling well against prospective GOP frontrunners in California.  In other news, the sun rose today.  Really, when was the last time a Republican polled well in California?
  • From the “Your Lieing Eyes” Department – China is denying that a Chinese arms exporter was trying to sell arms to the Ghadaffi regime, including anti-aircraft missiles.  Even when shown captured documents showing details of the proposed deal, the Chinese government continues issuing denials.  Something tells me the Jedi Mind Trick isn’t going to work this time. “You tried to sell arms to Ghadaffi so that he could shoot down our aircraft.” “No, I didn’t!” “But it says right here in black and white…” “Wasn’t me!” “But your name and signature are on the documents.” “Are not! These aren’t the documents you’re looking for!”
  • From the “Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs” Department – A man was stopped after he was seen walking on a highway in Indiana while carrying a sword.  He took a swing at police officers with his mighty blade, then tried to carjack a vehicle.  Wow, there’s a lot going on there.  The department for this one is a direct quote of one of the things the man said to police.  I’m at a loss on a whitty comment to make about this.  This one pretty much stands on its own.
  • From the “Whole Lot of Croc” Department – A 2300 pound salt water crocodile was recently captured near a village in the Philippines.  The man who coordinated the capture of the reptile plans to make it an exhibit in an eco-tourism park, and also plans to try to capture an even bigger croc that he believes lives in the same area.  Something tells me that if a bigger croc is found, there’s going to be a surplus of boots, suitcases, and etouffe in the Philippines.
  • From the “Happy Father’s Day!” Department – A woman in Washington DC has discovered that the person who donated sperm she used to conceive her child has fathered at least 150 children through sperm donation.  Man, that’s a lot of kids.  Experts say that the danger with one donor creating so many children is that it raises the chance of incest when the children become adults.  One has to wonder if the sperm bank in question gives him a punch card for a free sandwich after 10 visits or something.  Look for a lot of Maury Povich interviews with his kids in the next 20 years or so as they discover that the girl they dated in high school was really their sister.

Quote of the Day

I come in peace, I didn’t bring artillery.  But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes:  If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all.  — Marine General James Mattis

This one came to mind when I was reading the article with this quote:  

“President Obama, this is your army, we are ready to march,” Hoffa said. “But everybody here’s got to vote. If we go back, and keep the eye on the prize, let’s take these son-of-a-bitches out.”



We are a peaceful people.  We will bleed for anyone, give the last crumb out of our cupboards to the hungry, and gladly help those who need it.  But raise a hand to us, and we will take off your arm.  Be careful who you make your enemy, Junior.

Thought for the day

Am I the only one who has the phrase “I find your lack of faith disturbing” upon seeing this picture?

Then you pay for it

Maxine Waters, Democratic Congresswoman from California, is calling for a new government jobs program that costs more than one trillion dollars.  She expresses a belief that measures such as cutting taxes for job creators and cutting government spending will harm the economy more than it helps.

Ms. Waters, I must respectfully disagree.  We are worse than broke.  We got this way in part because we distorted what should have been a free market where those with good jobs and a good credit record could afford to buy a home into a market where the only thing produced is bad debt and foreclosures.  We got this way because a good chunk of two generations of American children have been let down by their parents and been raised in one parent households and warehoused in schools that get worse every year.  Throwing even more money down that particular hole will do nothing to put people into sustainable jobs that will be there when the government money stops flowing.

I agree with Congresswoman Waters in that we as a society have failed the poor.  Through programs such as housing projects, food stamps, funding for schools that continually crank out illiterates, and tolerance for rampant criminality, we have discouraged productive lifestyles and encouraged destructive ones.  We have robbed them of the motivation to do better than their forebears and the means to do it.  We have fostered a culture of generational poverty and dependence where there is no shame in living as a beggar to the taxpayer and being a felon is celebrated.

But putting the country another trillion plus dollars in debt is not going to fix that.  I’m not saying that I have the answer to this problem that has taken almost 50 years to create.  But I know that continuing to offer the public teat as a pacifier isn’t it.

If we want to get poor and unemployed people working, especially those who have never held a good, steady job, we need to provide both a carrot and a stick to get into the workforce.  The carrot is already there.  Getting a job gives someone a way to provide for themselves and their families, and the government already provides for job training through programs such as Pell Grants and Americorps.  The stick should be what it has always been, starvation.  I feel compassion for the young and the old, who have every reason to need help.  I feel for those adults who truly cannot provide for themselves.  For the rest, all I want to provide for them is opportunity, which already exists.  Yes, jobs that pay large salaries with generous benefits are thin on the ground in a lot of the country right now, but there are jobs to be had.  If one entry level job is not enough to put food on the table, look for two.  No job is beneath a man or woman who is willing to work for their daily bread, and there is no better motivator than worrying about where your children’s next meal will come from and wanting your children to know that you worked hard to make sure they had a chance in life.  Your constituents need to stop worrying about the respect of their criminal friends and start worrying about the respect of their children.

Ms. Waters, if you feel that more time and money should be spent to get those who do not have nor have looked for a better job and life into the work force, then put your money where your mouth is.  Give up your own outsized income and ask those who donate money to your campaign coffers to instead donate to job training and placement programs.  Quit condemning business and start condemning those who have convinced your constituents that it’s better to live in comfortable poverty and be a felon than it is to work as hard and as long as necessary.

In other words, until you are ready to give up your comfortable position and income, quit looking hungrily at what I and those like me have scraped together with talent, hard work and luck.

Today’s Earworm

Freddie Mercury, 5 September 1946 to 24 November 1991

Movie Review – WallE

OK, I know this is a few years late, since WallE came out in 2008, but I just watched it this weekend.  I’m a junkie for cartoons and kids movies, but this one came out in that pocket of time between when Girlie Bear was a little too old for Pixar movies and when Boo was old enough to watch them and be entertained.  I wanted to go see it, but I didn’t want to be the creepy middle-aged guy alone at the kids movie.

Anyway, we saw it in the $10 bin at SuperDooper Mega Mart the other day, and since it’s the only Pixar we don’t have and I haven’t seen, I picked it up.  The past couple of days have been good days to stay inside and watch movies due to either the weather either being OhLordIAmGoingToMelt hot or AuntieEmItsATwister stormy.

First impression – I like it.  It’s a Pixar, so the visuals and story development are exceptional.  The development of the two main characters, WallE and EVE, are done with no real dialogue, so there’s a lot of pantomime and “you better watch this, because it’s important” scenes.  The bad guy in the movie isn’t really bad, he’s just doing has he was directed to keep his charges safe, but his methods are evil, so we get the “The ends do not justify the means” argument at a kindergarten level.  We get a bit of the “Don’t pollute, because you’ll make the earth unlivable for humanity” plotline that you see in a lot of children’s movies these days, but it’s not laid on too thickly.  There’s also a sub-theme of not becoming too dependent on technology, which I like.

Something did occur to me while watching it, and this will show my age.  The character of WallE, who is a broken down old robot who spends his days picking through the trash heap that Earth has become, reminds me of the “Little Tramp” character that made Charlie Chaplin a household name.  In fact, all interactions between most of the robot characters is done in a manner that very much reminds me of the old silent films.  The film has lots of pantomime and large arm and head movements, with just a little rudimentary dialogue thrown in to make a point.  Not sure if that was a conscious design decision at Pixar, or just an influence that comes through almost a century of comedy films.

For watch-ability, I can only say that my 3 year old son was as engrossed in the movie as his 40-something year old mother and I.  The storyline doesn’t ask for too much suspension of disbelief, and the emotions in the plot aren’t as saccharine as those in some other Disney movies. It’s definitely going to go into rotation around here.

A Public Announcement

I just returned from the store with Boo, and I have something to say:

The following people are cordially invited to join the line to bite me, which forms to the right:

  • The young couple who were making out in the greeting cards section.  Dude, you don’t need to get to second base next to the birthday cards.  
  • The lady in the “Freddie Says Relax” tee shirt who chided me for correcting Boo when he smacked me next to the ice cream.
  • The family who took 40 items to the “20 Items Or Less” aisle, used coupons, and then started yelling at the cashier in a language not normally used on this continent when she told them that half of the coupons were expired.
  • The older lady who also brought 40 items to the “20 Items Or Less” aisle, but who used a check to pay and then took the time to balance her checkbook right then and there.
  • The store manager who gave the cashier a dirty look when she started flirting with Boo at the checkout in order to keep him happy.  Remember, when the toddler’s happy, he’s quiet.
  • The hipster douchebag who talked loudly about how children should be seen and not heard when I was playing with Boo and tickling him in line in order to keep him from getting bored and screeching. See above comment about toddler happiness.
  • The man my age who told his children that he wasn’t going to waste money on books while he was in line to get cigarettes.
  • The guy in the Mercedes station wagon who honked his horn and flipped me off because I had the audacity to be in the crosswalk back to the parking lot when he turned the corner and wanted to cruise past the front of the store.
Now I remember why I buy so much stuff on-line.