Apparently, the Russians have a new weapon:
The Russian Navy reportedly has a new weapon that can disrupt the eyesight of targets as well as make them hallucinate and vomit.
Oh yeah? Well, we have a couple of those too:
…except that common decency (and probably the Geneva Convention) would prevent us from using them — even against Russians.
The area where The Englishman lives (the Vale of Pewsey) is indescribably gorgeous: green fields, woodlands, endless rolling hills, and through the middle runs the Kennet & Avon Canal.
Now I often poke fun at Teh Brits for going into a DefCon1 Panic Attack when a few flakes of snow float down and render their roads “impassable” (in Wisconsin, these conditions would be known as “late September”).
But when snow falls on the Vale of Pewsey’s Kennet & Avon Canal, you get views like this:
Compare and contrast the same canal in summer (this pic taken near Devizes, not Pewsey itself):
No trip to Britishland should be considered complete without a drive through Wiltshire.
I have spoken of elderly zillionaire Duncan Bannatyne and his late-30s wife Nigora [sic] before, and I maintain that if a rich guy wants a sexy young wife, he should be able to buy one.
So it should come as little surprise that I should exult when he celebrates his age at a birthday party with a Roman theme:
But that’s not the only reason to rejoice. Because if one old guy can do it, so can another — and at the same party withal. Here’s Olde Pharte zillionaire John Caudwell showing up for the festivities, also in Roman duds:
…and he’s wearing the knee brace not because he slipped in the shower, but because of a skiing accident (DUDE!!!!!).
But it’s the pic of the two geriatric Lotharios with their not-so-blushing brides which takes the golden banana:
Here’s another look at Caudwell’s squeeze, the wonderfully-named Modesta Vzesniauskaite (35):
Why do I love situations like this so much?
Because it drives Teh Feministicals (most of whom are terminally ugly) batshit crazier.
So it looks like our April trip to Oz has had to be called off, or at best postponed for a long time. Here are the five reasons why:
1) They won’t let me take any of my guns into the country
3) No cricket (the season has ended)
4) I hate snakes
…and the actual reason:
5) Angie can’t leave the country until her permanent residence visa gets approved, minimum six months’ time.
Now ask me whether we got a refund for our canceled air tickets from Qantas Fucking Airlines…
Unlike many people, I have no problem when some “woke” professor from Karl Marx U. decides that a beloved fictional character is in fact a closet racist for not wiping soot from her face.
Yeah, I know it’s ridiculous. And the more that these tools sink into ridiculousness, the sooner the ensuing ridicule is going to sink the Good Ship Wokeness beneath waves of scornful laughter.
What amazes me is that The Onion and Babylon Bee are still in business, what with all these prickly hypersensitive fools defying satire on a daily basis.
As for Mary Poppins (the original movie), the greatest crime remains not Mary’s sooty face, but Dick Van Dyke’s attempted Cockney accent. Can’t forgive that one.
I said yesterday that at the Lewisville ELGS I purchased some hot loads in .45-70 Govt for a future hunting trip (S. Texas hogs, maybe?). As there was no Buffalo Bore on sale anywhere, I went with a local reloader:
As a benchmark, I’ve used the PMC 405gr (“Cowboy”) load. Here are the stats, from left to right, according to their data:
PMC 405gr: 1550 fps (muzzle velocity), 1639 ft lbs (muzzle energy)
Tx Wheeler 405gr: 1750 fps, 1845 ft lbs
…and a lighter bullet:
Tx Wheeler 300gr: 2100 fps, 3105 ft lbs
(yes, that’s a .45 ACP cartridge at the end, for size comparison)
I can’t wait to do a little oomph! testing of these bad boys on some “solid” targets (e.g. wet newspaper bundles wrapped in heavy canvas or denim).
And if the unspoken question is: “O Kim… are you sure your rifle can handle such power?”, then this picture of my Browning 1885 High Wall should reassure you:
Watch this space.