Author: Fuzzy Curmudgeon

…why GWB doesn’t tell Kofi Annan, “You aren’t the boss of me.”
Just thinking out loud.

Yup. That’s me. I just joined in honor of National Ammo Day.

Ever since casino gambling and pari-mutuel betting came in on the coattails of the Hoosier Lottery, in 1988, I’ve said it was a mistake that the amendment to the Indiana Constitution that made it all possible wasn’t more narrowly drawn.
Here’s proof.
Instead of letting the casinos con them into expanding the gambling franchise in Indiana, our legislators ought to be tightening the screws on what’s already here. It’s damn scary to walk onto one of those boats, go up to the nickel slots, and find a bunch of dead-serious pensioners feeding their Social Security checks into the slots, a nickel or a quarter at a time. The one time I let Sally drag me into a casino, I didn’t see anyone having a damn bit of fun. I saw old people spending their food money hoping they’d hit the jackpot and never have to worry about money again.
Brrr. I’d put a gun to my own head and pull the trigger before I let myself get to that point.

…and gee, I wonder why? Jayna Davis probably knows. She seems to know more about the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building than, hmm, the Feds.
Yet another reason to “bomb, bomb, bomb; bomb, bomb, Iraq”.
This has been circulating for some time but it’s more important than ever to get to the bottom of this.

They sure know how to spill oil from tankers.
Kind of makes the Exxon Valdez look like a walk in the park, eh?

…it tolls for thee, Aimal Kasi.
OK, so let me get this straight, Pakistan. We put one of your asshole countrymen to death for committing murder. And you’re all upset that we put him to death, you’re calling him a martyr, because he decided one day 10 years ago to open up on, and kill, defenseless CIA employees. And you’re not sorry about the fact that he committed that little crime, I gather. A crime that, had he committed it in Pakistan on Pakistanis, probably would have gotten him a beheading in the public square.
Well, FUCK YOU and the horses you probably rode in on. This is the kind of place where we ought to be dropping daisy cutters. It would improve the breed and make for better manners among the unwashed.
And if that sounds imperialistic, make the most of it, you rag-head boy buggerers. The United States is not going to put up with your shit much longer. Once we take care of Saddam and the people of Iran take care of the mullahs, you may be next.

as I’m busy working support. But don’t forget that it’s

I can’t get out to buy ammo today so I’ll be joining the NRA.

…bigger calibre 🙂
I refer to my inheritance (see below) as opposed to Kim du Toit’s recent acquisition.



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This baby is an 8mm Model 98k made by J.P. Sauer & Sohn, Suhl. We think it is 1944 vintage. It’s got a muzzle velocity that would curl your hair after it parted it (loads test variously from 2300 to 3100 fps at 15′). Dad picked it up on a French battlefield in 1944 or ’45 and tore it down and mailed it home. (Luckily; otherwise he would have lost it with all his other souvenirs when someone stole all his things out of his tent after the war was over.) When he got home in ’46 he had the original stock replaced — I seem to recall him telling me that the original stock was “a piece of shit” — and a sport sight installed (see the pics). The new stock also has a rubber cushion that the original lacked. I can vouch for the fact that this weapon needs it…
The real problem is finding a range to shoot this thing at. I think the NRA range near here has sufficient backstop to handle it but I’m not sure. As far as I know the gun hasn’t been fired since I was a tad. We used to take our guns up to my Uncle Jack’s place in Peru, Indiana at Christmas time. Uncle Jack’s family lived at the time on the edge of a big honking gravel pit (he worked for the company that mined the pit) and we’d stand in his driveway and shoot across the pit to the opposite wall. Just to shake the dust out of the barrels, mind you.
Now there’s something you wouldn’t be allowed to do in the civilized State of Indiana these days. (For one thing we probably were less than 200 feet from the highway, albeit we were firing away from it.)

The Professor writes:

SO THE HOMELAND SECURITY BILL HAS BALLOONED FROM 35 TO 484 PAGES: And the addition appears to be largely pork. That’s no real surprise, I guess, but while it may not be a surprise it is an illustration.

It isn’t my habit to quote the Confederate Constitution, but it contained a provision that “each law must deal with only one subject, announced in its title, and the President had the right to veto separate items in appropriation bills” (Foote, Shelby; The Civil War, A Narrative: Fort Sumter to Perryville, 42. New York; Random House, Inc., 1958, 11th printing).
That would solve the problem, wouldn’t it?
UPDATE: The Confederate Constitution is reproduced (among other places) here. Article I, Section 9, Paragraph 20: “Every law, or resolution having the force of law, shall relate to but one subject, and that shall be expressed in the title.” Article I, Section 7, Paragraph 2: “…The President may approve any appropriation and disapprove any other appropriation in the same bill. In such case he shall, in signing the bill, designate the appropriations disapproved; and shall return a copy of such appropriations, with his objections, to the House in which the bill shall have originated; and the same proceedings shall then be had as in case of other bills disapproved by the President.”

And I think we’re winning. We’re certainly giving the Iraqis food for thought.
(Via the Professor.)