Month: September 2022

Sharing The Goodness

Good Stuff, Illegal immigrants

TexGov Greg Abbott continues to do good work:

“President Biden’s inaction at our southern border continues putting the lives of Texans—and Americans—at risk and is overwhelming our communities,” said Governor Abbott. “To continue providing much-needed relief to our small, overrun border towns, Chicago will join fellow sanctuary cities Washington, D.C. and New York City as an additional drop-off location. Mayor Lightfoot loves to tout the responsibility of her city to welcome all regardless of legal status, and I look forward to seeing this responsibility in action as these migrants receive resources from a sanctuary city with the capacity to serve them.” 

Many Texans (me too, sometimes) think that Abbott is a bit of a squish, but in this regard, he’s a stone killer.  Keep it going, Guv.

News Roundup

Bad News

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And on we go:


…as we all remember how they laughed when Trump warned them about letting Russia control their gas- and oil industry.


…was she trying to stop the cops from arresting her boyfriend for murder?  Yes.  Did she deserve to get punched in the face?  Also yes.


…just about everything.


…imagine that.  Why, them uppity niggers complainin’ after all the White Massa done for ’em.


…pass the popcorn, Simon.


…which actually says more about you than it does him — I mean, you did take the necklace, didn’t you?


…and in a totally-unrelated related news item, Texas-based H.E.B. to open new Plano store in 6 weeks’ time.


…and then the dumbass has to pay it all back, plus interest, when the mistake is discovered.  Key word:  Australia.


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…key word:  Scottish.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

     
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…okay, maybe they weren’t dressed quite like this.

Finally:

This just in at Steve Barnett’s place:

Holy moly, but that’s a pretty one… especially in close-up:

And they have one, just as pretty, in .22 LR as well… and at over 60 years old (like me), these look in better shape than I am.

[whimper]

Disrespect

Clothing, Grooming

So this young couple got married, in a church, even.

The priest looked priestly, the bride looked lovely, and the groom:

…looked like a complete twat.

Seriously:  at some point this moron looked at all the clothing choices he had available for his wedding day, and decided on the Sunday Brunch Outfit?

I’m not a believer in the “body language” thing, but it’s no wonder the bride is leaning towards the priest rather than her poor choice of a husband.

I Don’t Think So

The Gun Thing

Ron Spomer makes the case that the .300 Blackout may be to deer hunting in the 21st century what the .30-30 was in the 20th.

Granted, the numbers he shows make a pretty good argument in terms of bullet performance (in terms of drop, drift and so on), but at the end of the day, it fails to convince me — and it’s not just because of my hidebound traditionalism, nor its effect (by extension) of my old-fashioned preference for the venerable lever-action vs. my antipathy towards the semi-auto AR type.

Indeed, as Ron points out, one of the reasons for the AR’s popularity these days is that the latest generation of kids come from Army service with well-honed familiarity with the AR-15 /M4 rifle, so naturally they would gravitate towards that platform and a heavier non-5.56mm cartridge, which the .300 BLK certainly is.  In previous generations of G.I. Joes, they would have felt the same way about the Springfield 1903, the Garand and the M14.

I think, however, that the modern hunters are spoiled for choice when it comes to cartridge choice, in a way that earlier generations were not — for the latter, the .30-30 was pretty much the “fall-back” chambering because just about everyone had a lever rifle in the house already.  Whatever the .300 BLK’s performance and advantages, it isn’t the fall-back choice for hunting — but the .308 Win most certainly is.

Whatever, I’ll stick to my Winchester 94 .30-30, thank you.

Follow The Science

Anti-Gun Nannies, Lies and Untruths

From the mouth of President Biden:

…which, if my trusty old math brain still works (oy), would mean that the 5.56mm poodleshooter comes out of Biden’s AR-15 barrel at 22,750 feet per second, by comparing it to the similarly-sized .22-250 Remington bullet (4,550 FPS).

The actual muzzle velocity of the 5.56mm bullet is, as we all know, about 3,250 fps.

So President Brain-Dead was exaggerating by a factor of seven, or flat-out lying, or he was just in his customary state of senile dementia.  All three combined, of course, cannot be ruled out.