Saturday, July 30, 2005

Carnival of Cordite, #24

Boxing Alcbiades is hosting the 24th Carnival of Cordite. In the interest of full disclosure, I have an entry in this one. Lots of political entries this time around, given S. 397.

Friday, July 29, 2005

Fashionably late

I know that I'm late to this particular party, but I just saw it last night on The High Road and this morning on Kim du Toit's blog.

Many, but not all of us gun nuts know the name "Joe Huffman", but I expect most of us would recognize this name--"Boomershoot". While I've never been, it's on my list of "things to do before I die".

Joe is a vociferous proponet of the Second Amendment and all things civil rights, and hasn't made any attempt to hide it. His blog is full of his opinions and thoughts.

Of course, you may have to go back in the archives a bit, because Joe's thoughts are currently on another topic. You see, Joe's been fired from his job at Pacific Northwest National Laboratory. His former employer says he let some classified information slip on his blog. Joe disagrees, and from what information he has made available, it does look like he was fired for his personal opinions on topics ranging from guns to gays.

Don't take my word for it. Go to his information site,, and read what he has to say for yourself. Make your own judgment. If you agree, do what you can to help out.

If you work for a government (any government will do) or any company that works on government contracts, you might want to take this as a cautionary tale.

Evidence shows we aren't as smart as we suppose

(Via Worldnet Daily)

As time passes, it seems that many of the things we "know" turn out to be wrong. Case in point:

Planting trees may create deserts

While this isn't uniformly true, it seems that trees can actually worsen water woes in some instances. Of course, this isn't really news; I've heard greenskeepers at golf courses say for years that they wouldn't have to water as much if it wasn't for all the trees us golfers love and love to hate.

The good thing is that eventually, good information gets out there. The bad news is that this sort of thing tends to make people suspicious of all scientific pronouncements. As an example, how many people that smoke still believe it isn't that dangerous?

Run, Dick, run!

Helen Thomas: If Cheney runs, I'll kill myself

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Carnival of Cordite, #23

The Carnival of Cordite #23 is up at But That's Just My Opinion. Judging from the length, a lot of work went into this Carnival. Go read.

Shooting with Dad

Camp Freehold had the pleasure of a special guest this weekend--my Dad.

For most of you, this may not seem like a big deal, but for my family, it was an exceptionally big deal. You see, my Dad is 81, and not in the best of health (although his doctors say he is doing well for 81). Until recently, he was the sole caregiver for my Mom, who had a stroke in December 2002 and has been bedridden since late 2003.

In January, my dad was in the hospital with life-threatening anemia. He had complained of being tired, his back hurt, etc. We all thought that he was simply doing himself in caring for my Mom. I suppose in a way he was. After a 2 AM ambulance ride and nearly a week in the hospital, he came home to find that I had reorganized his life. My Mom had the proper equipment for an invalid, CNAs around the clock, etc.

Of course, he was aghast, and wanted to go back to doing everything himself. Long and sometimes heated discussions followed, but eventually he came to understand that he simply wasn't able to do everything, and trying would lead to an outcome he didn't like. Compromise was reached, and life continued.

Anyway, the young lady who provides much of the care for my mother was a bit behind in her number of hours worked. To make up her time, she was willing to stay the entire weekend with my Mom so my Dad could spend the weekend with us. Sold!

Saturday was, of course, range time. Old Friend's Older Brother, his Lady Friend and Lady Friend's Daughter were in attendance, as were my Daughter and Son. Also present were the Remington 512 Sportmaster, a Ruger 10/22 and a rifle that has been something of a safe queen, my Marlin 336, chambered in 30-30.

Dad started out with the Remington at 50 yards, using a piece of rolled up carpet pad for a rest--yours truly had forgotten the bags--AGAIN. (For some background on this particular gun and why he would want to shoot it first, see here.)

"Well, I haven't shot in 30 years...."

"Dad, it's like riding a bicycle. It'll come back to you."

It did. His first target was scattered, but all 15 shots were on the paper. As he went through the session, his groups improved to the point they could be covered with a hand.

He also tried shooting some steels, which he thought he was missing. He wasn't. We could hear the ding of impact, and what he was mistaking for the dust of a miss was the little 40 gr. bullet shattering on impact.

P-Pa (as his grandkids call him) also got to see his granddaughter and grandson shoot. He was impressed with them both, but was amused that his grandson favors his old Remington. (I guess the next time I see one I'm going to have to buy it for the boy so he can have his own.)

However, the highlight was getting him to shoot the Marlin. ("Aw, I don't need to be shooting that.") With iron sights, he was able to hit 12" steel at 100 yards. Those big ol' 30-30s make a tremendous "ke-rang" when they hit steel, and he got this ear-splitting grin on his face as he went through an entire box of ammo.

It was nearly as big as my grin, watching him.

Spew Alert

In more ways than one.... Patrick Hughes has went off his medication again.