The lead solo in Firth of Fifth — arguably the best Genesis song of all.
Month: May 2021
News Roundup
Confetti blown in the wind
Nobody cares
Journalists howl at things.
— Haiku, Kim du Toit
So today we lead off with INSIGNIFICA:
…and the A in Arquette stands for Asswipe.
Now onto the the (ahem) “hard” news…
…but that means they’ll just hate us up to 11 now !
…no doubt celebrating the news of America’s withdrawal, in their traditional manner.
…and in all those years, she never once thought of, say, leaving his freako ass and going home to Momma.
…not to be unkind, but the only way this chick could “sizzle” is if you dropped her onto the griddle at Waffle House.
…it’s not crazy: you are, you fat trailerpark sow.
…we’re not “allowing” it, as none of the poxy car manufacturers has ever actually asked our permission.
…I didn’t think I could like these three guys any more than I already do, but this is epic.
…and when Mr. Sex Pistol himself calls you a moron…
…don’t too excited, folks. This has as much chance of getting past President Braindead’s veto pen as Ted Nugent has of getting a handjob from Oprah Winfrey. In Madison Square Garden. On stage.
…serves ’em right for being rude.
…oh. My bad.
…
Silly fools even draw the swastika ass-about-face.
And finally, from the Department of the Blindingly Obvious:
The REAL news: Carol Vorderman has freckled boobs.
Deceit And Coverup
Via Insty comes this latest bastardy, in Eureka MO just west of St. Louis:
Faced with complaints from parents about the indoctrination of children, an official in Rockwood School District, Missouri, instructed teachers to create two sets of curriculum: a false one to share with parents, and then the real set of curriculum, focused on topics like activism and privilege.
I should point out that the foul “educator” who sent out this loathsome message is, like First Lady Jill Biden, a Doctor in Education (EdD).
And the next time someone tells me that homeschooling is wrong for children, I’m going to punch them in the face.
Project Rifles
Over the past weekend I had a long and interesting conversation with Longtime Friend and Rifleman Combat Controller (and for the purposes of brevity, I’ll refer to him henceforth simply as “Z”). Here’s the setup.
Z has two old Lee-Enfield rifles that have been extensively modified to the point where bringing them back to “original” condition is not a proposition. As he puts it:
“They are both very well done conversions but I also have several (rare even) Enfields in original condition so I am not interested in restoring them. The cost would be higher than buying unaltered ones. “
So please don’t go down that road, ’cause it ain’t gonna happen.
“Here are the donor rifles. The Mannlicher-stocked one is a 1916 No.1 MK III* has a 16″ barrel, and has such an early serial number it might have been made in the first weeks of production, since 1916 was the year it was adopted.”
“The other one is a Santa Fe Arms conversion with Williams sights and a new heavy 19.4″ barrel. The Model 1941 was the apex of the conversions apparently. No idea what year the receiver was made. I am thinking right now of a .308 conversion that takes the M14 magazine, or a .45-70 conversion. But I am interested in other ideas for sure.”
Basically, he’s thinking of staying away from anything that smacks of a wildcat chambering, but would be supported by ammo of which he has at least a case — that would be .308 Win, 7.62x54R, .45-70 Gov and so on. As he’s an engineer and competent amateur gunsmith, rechambering, or reboring barrels — or, for that matter, putting in a new barrel altogether — are not a problem, so the field is pretty much open. (Remember that the .303 Enfield uses a bullet of .311 diameter, so any 7.62mm cartridges are possible.) The Enfield action is wonderfully rugged, so it could take pretty much any cartridge e.g. even .458 Win Mag. Also, the short barrels would militate against using a cartridge which requires a long barrel to get the bullet working (e.g. the 6.5x55mm Swede).
During our (long) conversation, I had a couple of ideas myself, such as converting the 1916 rifle to .357 Rem Mag or even .454 Casull, for instance (as I happen to know that he has supplies of both in, shall we say, adequate quantities). Certainly, a chamber which headspaces off a rimmed cartridge makes life simpler (.45-70 Gov, anyone?), but a rimless cartridge is definitely not off the table.
So Z is also interested in any and all suggestions from my Readers (because he knows that we are a bunch of unabashed gun nuts).
So there it is: let’s hear it from you folks, either in Comments or via email (which I’ll forward on to him). What shape would your conversion of the above carbines take?
Just to add to the fun: there is a real possibility that one of the above carbines would be raffled off on this here website once the conversion has been accomplished and tested as fit for purpose. (Just for the record, the 1916 carbine set my trigger finger to itching, something terrible.)
Quote Of The Day
From Hizzoner NYGov Cuomo [okay, quit that spitting] :
“The streets of New York are not the OK Corral, and the N.R.A.’s dream of a society where everyone is terrified of each other and armed to the teeth is abhorrent to our values.”
Just a point of clarification, Herr Gauleiter : at the O.K. Corral, everyone was carrying a gun — and lest you forget, the outlaws lost.
Compare that to the mean streets of NYFC nowadays, where only the bad guys have guns… and the law-abiding citizens suffer. Is that part of those “values”, too? If so, I want nothing to do with them, or you.
Train Smash Opportunities
As Britons finally begin to slip the surly bonds of lockdown and once again venture into the pleasures of public intoxication, I ask myself: can Train Smashdom once again rear its wonderful… errr, head?
Apparently so. And I would be remiss if I didn’t show at least a few of them.
What I like almost as much is that Stout Bulldogs were not going to let a little thing like icy temperatures or freezing rain prevent them from taking the grandchildren out for some fish ‘n chips:
Bravo, all of you. Sadly, the restrictions were eased too late for us to enjoy the Train Smash Grand Prix — a.k.a. the Grand National at Aintree:
…but there’s always next year.