Oooooh I like this kind of retail sales news:
July 2024 was the 60th consecutive month of more than one million background checks for gun sales at retail.
Now that’s my idea of a Five-Year Plan.
Tag: Guns and such
My favorite toy
Wood & Blued Steel
Reader Mike L. stumbled on an excellent post at Reddit which featured this vision of gunny loveliness:
If that doesn’t make your morning, let me tell you: it sure did mine.
The guy’s thoughts are pretty much mine as well:
While there’s nothing wrong with ARs (I own a few myself) I’ve always been intrigued by the sheer variety of firearms and am way more attracted to fine walnut and blued steel then most “tactical” arms.
The guns pictured are a newly-acquired Ruger No 1 338 Win Mag I found for stupid cheap and an old Smith and Wesson 19-3.
I dunno about the .338 Win Mag — it’s not my favorite large caliber, and that might have stopped me from getting this particular No. 1 — but as it’s not going to be a gun that I would shoot often, that’s probably not important. (Now had it been chambered in .300 Win Mag, .300 H&H Mag or .375 H&H Mag…)
Right-click to embiggen. It makes a nice wallpaper pic.
Dept. Of Righteous Shootings
According to Reader Andrew T., it seems as though this asshole went around a whole bunch of houses in a neighborhood outside San Diego, trying to break in for purposes as yet unknown, but let’s just assume it wasn’t to sing hymns.
Eventually, of course, he managed to actually break into a house and attacked both the homeowner and his wife — and then discovered, alas too late, that you shouldn’t bring just a stick and a rock to a gunfight.
Yup… Our Hero Homeowner popped him in the chest, and the Mass Burglar quickly assumed room temperature.
It doesn’t say in the news report, but it seems pretty clear that the cops just took the dead body away, shook hands with the homeowner and carried on about their other business.
Which is as it should be.
Here, Eve…
…just take a little bite of this apple (from my Inbox):
As any fule kno, I’m NOT in the target market (so to speak) for one of these puppies, but sheesh… it sure is tempting.
Doc Russia had the best comment when I showed it to my buddies on WhatsApp:
It’s a good thing that by the time I get my guns out of hock, this sale will be over. And I don’t need yet another caliber in Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere anyway. (Keep talking, Kim…)
Dept. Of Righteous Shootings
From Reader Brad_In_IL comes this excellent summary of something that happened in my old home town outside Chicago:
1) Woman is frightened of scumbag,
2) Woman obtains order of protection against scumbag
3) Scumbag breaks into woman’s apartment with malfeasance in his heart
4) Woman shoots scumbag dead.
5) Cops, firefighters are called to clean up the mess.
And for those interested in the details, here they are.
She’s not going to be charged… not even in Illinois would they dare.
Hopeless
That word describes so much about FJBiden, but this one is especially so:
President Joe Biden spoke to the NAACP and called for Congress to “outlaw” AR-15s and similar rifles in the wake of the assassination attempt on Donald Trump. Biden began by saying, “If you’re going to speak about violence, you’re going to speak about guns.”
He said, “An AR-15 was used in shooting Donald Trump, this was the ‘assault weapon’ that killed so many others, including children. It’s time to outlaw them. I did it once and I will do it again.”
…followed by all the old lies about infant mortality, which we’ve heard before ad nauseam.
You know, when it comes to a lone asshole with a gun and an agenda, an unscoped AR-15 poodleshooter in the hands of a callow 20-year-old loser might actually be less dangerous than, say a scoped Savage 110, chambered in .308 Win in the hands of an experienced hunter (of any age).
No doubt the Communists would be all about banning “sniper rifles”, then.
Feckless bastards, and that goes especially for FJBiden who, if his brain was operating at any level higher than warm rice pudding (a big “if”) might be taken seriously on this issue.
As it is, just file his feeble rantings about assault rifles with all the other sludge emanating from his wide-open cakehole, and ignore.