Crocodile Tears

Watch: Senate Minority Leader Schumer Tears Up as He Vows to Fight Trump’s Ban [More]

I'm reminded of an old Disney Sing-Along video we used to play for feral sons Uday and Qusay when they were little.

Good grief, I still remember the lyrics...

All the Fine Young Cannibals

Once more unto the breach, dear friends:
Berserker prepares to take no prisoners
as squire/balladeer sings saga of heroic victory.

Just came across this photo of feral sons Qusay and Uday, circa 17 years ago or thereabouts... Don't ask me what the hell they're doing -- them being boys was always enough for me.

Captain's Log

It's been a while since I did one of these -- I guess Herschel was concerned about not over-burdening me after surgery. It's like I just got done telling some friends, my health is gettng back to normal -- I can still beat the stuffing out of snarling feral sons Uday and Qusay while clenching a stogie between my teeth.

• Worthless Heirs of the Sons of Liberty
• Hillary's Protection Racket
• Coming Soon, to a Nachbarschaft Near You
• We're the Only Ones Maternal Enough
• Notes

A New Hope

Millennials are often thought of as more liberal than their older peers, but recent polling shows that they're less likely than those over 30 to support stricter gun laws. [More]

They are the ones who are gonna have to live with it.

I know I did right by feral sons Uday and Qusay.

[Via Bluesgal]

The More Dead Children Through Mandated Ignorance Act of 2016

“The small hands of children and big power of machine guns are a deadly combination,” Markey said in a statement. “Assault weapons are weapons of war and should not be allowed in the hands of children." [More]

This lying parasite and every traitor like him has blood on their hands, because it's children who are ignorant of guns who end up "accidentally" shooting themselves and others (it's actually incompetence on the part of parents to not provide development -- not "age" -- appropriate training.

I handled that for my children, they never came closer to a mishap, and the damn busybodies can keep their snotty noses out of that relationship. If I'd relied on central bureaucratic control, we wouldn't have the fine young savages feral sons Uday and Qusay have grown into.

Markey gets bonus points for repeating the Sugarmann lie, and his "small hands" fixation would eliminate plenty of adults who wouldn't measure up.

Fortunately, this will go nowhere  -- at least for now. But it does show how the state monopoly of violence cultists throw up in-your-face harassment every chance they get.

[Via Roger J]

Voyage to See What's on the Bottom

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What with the hours I work and demands on time I don't write about here, I generally finish up late and turn on the tube to just veg out for a bit before sleep.  Right now I'm catching up on "Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea," which I used to watch back in the Sixties.

Feral sons Uday and Qusay think it's a hoot that we had shows like that taking place in the "future" years of 1970s and 80s. "Voyage" actually had some thoughtful episodes, especially in the black and white era before much of it devolved into cheesy special effects and hokey monsters, like much of the -- face it -- dreck Irwin Allen produced.

Long story short, I found a Richard Basehart commemorative site that has posted another fond memory, back from the days when I was a Mad Magazine regular, their "Voyage to See What's on the Bottom" parody.  You'll probably either think it's childishly stupid or funny.  If you're like me, you'll think it's both, and enjoy it all the more because of that.

I don't know what "netiquette" is for a link that appears to go to a directory instead of a content page, so I'm not going to make this link hot. If you want to see more, copy and paste it into your address bar.

http://www.richardbasehart.com/images/vttbots/mad/

Spare the 'Rod'...

Prosecutors charged a Kansas City man Monday with two counts of first-degree domestic assault for allegedly shooting his 7-year-old daughter in the hand and in the back ... [More]

Ah, that takes me back to the days of potty training feral sons Uday and Qusay...

So the "man" has been a "prohibited person" since 2007...?

Well that didn't work.

If only they would disarm you and me.

[Via bondmen]

We're the Only Ones Fraternal Enough

A Superior Court judge found a suspended Woonsocket police officer guilty of abusing his 9-year-old half-sister by choking her and pulling her 30 feet by her ponytail after she refused to obey his commands. [More]

Hey, how can he expect US to respect his authoritah if she won't?

Besides, I can't tell you how many times I used to choke feral sons Uday and Qusay and drag them around by their hair.

Off to GRPC

I'll be leaving for the Gun Rights Policy Conference tomorrow at dawn's early light.  Feral sons Uday and Qusay will be let out of the basement to patrol the premises in my absence, and I'm sure after fighting over the one bowl of kibble I'm leaving them, they'll be ravenous.

I'm told there is still room to accept walk-ins, so if you're anywhere within doable range, there will be plenty of good people there, and plenty of reasons why attending is something all activist gun owners should find a lot of value in, not to mention just a good time.  Click here for more details.

I'll be meeting up with colleagues and friends, doing some interviews, learning from all the speakers, having some fun, and doing a panel on the sorry state of journalism with Dave Workman on Sunday morning.  While I will be taking a laptop, I probably won't be doing much if any blogging or reporting. We'll see.

So please hold off on all comments and emails until Monday?  Because anything I get over the weekend may just need to go unaddressed, so save yourself a useless effort.

We're the Only Ones Fragmented Enough

Clay deputy's son, 2, accidentally fires father's gun inside Wendy's; bullet fragments strike boy, 3 others [More]

I can't tell you how many times that used to happen to me back when feral sons Uday and Qusay were little.

Yesterday

I just sent the following to a friend in response to something else, and decided what the hell, I may as well share it here:

I was so busy, I didn't even have time to give feral sons Uday and Qusay their daily beating.

Spent a needed day with wifey. Went to the outdoor farmer's market yesterday morning in the heart of Hudson. Took our goodies home after making fast friends with a happy poodle pup we met along the way, and then went to the art fair -- we always get our Christmas cards from a local artist who does home-towny Thomas Kincaid-type stuff we're suckers for.

Then went to visit my Mom. She got out of the hospital a week ago after having her knee replaced.  Visited, went grocery shopping for her, then found out she forgot her cell phone charge cord at the recovery hospital-- they couldn't find it so we had to buy a new one.

After that it was time to grill bacon cheeseburgers in time to leave by 7, when we went to Blossom --every year I get her Cleveland Symphony Orchestra summer season tickets, and we take out lawn chairs and listen under the stars, last night to Bach and Liszt, followed by the main event, Carmina Burana, which I just then realized is where Milius got some of the music for his Conan the Barbarian movie.

We got home in time for me to light a cigar on the back porch, pour a couple fingers of the good stuff, and continue my appreciation for the arts and culture by watching horror host Svengoolie present "Abbot and Costello Meet Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."

I hope with all the negative crap we feel compelled to devote so much of ourselves to dealing with, you find time for soul restoration and just plain enjoyment for its own sake.

We're the Only Ones For the Children Enough

An off-duty MTA police officer accidentally discharged his weapon at his Long Island home Tuesday, shooting his 3-year-old son in the chest ... It wasn't clear if multiple shots were fired, or if the bullet ricocheted. [More]

Yeah, I remember when I used to "accidentally" shoot feral sons Uday and Qusay, back when they were that age...

I even remember what I used to say to them when trying to recall many rounds "went off."

[Via Bluesgal]

He's a Well-Respected Man About Town

This means, as respected firearms blogger David Codrea recently noted, that when it’s time for someone to “pay the piper,” it won’t be real criminals that get the shaft, it will be some poor FFL that hasn’t kept his books up to snuff. [More]

I've warned these folks before not everyone agrees with that assessment, and any public acknowledgement may end up working against them in the eyes of those who feel I've stepped on toes or worse. That said, I intend to grab feral sons Uday and Qusay by their collars and read this to them -- it's nice to know there are ways to command their respect other than what I have to do to break up their parties.

I'll drag 'em in for an obedience lesson right after this song is over.

There's an App for That

Find and rate businesses who support Second Amendment rights. [More] 

Their press release gives more information.

We discussed a similar effort back in March. I can't say how the two ventures compare, because I still carry an old clamshell pull-start model, so those of you who are not reta...uh...technologically challenged will need to weigh in with your own comparative product reviews.

New-fangled gizmos are tough for me.  When I was in college, the hot new bar novelty was Pong, so by the time the gaming industry took off, I was a "grup" and didn't have incentive to learn such things, which seemed geared for much younger people. That doesn't mean we hadn't mastered what was necessary: I recall (in the days when many smoked cigarettes at their desks) transcribing assembly parts lists onto 80-column forms to be punched into cards to feed a mainframe. My first "PC" had a 512K drive, an amber monitor and a daisy wheel printer. I recall being irritated as hell the first time I tried to use a mouse, because the damn thing seemed so non-intuitive. 

And when I see the ease with which feral sons Uday and Qusay navigate through all the intricacies of making what's on a screen conform to totally confounding controller commands, and all the stuff they seem to be able to do on devices called "phones" but that do so much more, none of which I grok or see as necessary, all I want to do at that point is keep small furry mammals from eating the eggs. Trying to learn to keep up convinces me if I'd been born a couple decades later, I'd have been a prime candidate for attention deficit drugs.

But for those of you who haven't outlived your usefulness and aren't obsolete, by all means, do try out this new application and make sure you let everyone know if you get value from it.

A Mother's Journey

Minds can be changed if they have the right influence, as this special report from NRA shows. [Watch]

The training of children is also paramount, as much as the blood dancers find it more advantageous to keep them as ignorant as their useful idiot followers.

An observation from personal experience:  I'm delighted to see things worked out for this couple and differences were resolved.  Me, I took Sweetie to the range on, like, our third date, and her willingness and enthusiasm were big factors in helping me decide this was a person I wanted to get to know better. I can't recommend that highly enough for any of you in relationships you haven't committed to yet.

If she'd have been horrified instead, odds are we wouldn't have feral sons Uday and Qusay chained in the basement right now gnawing on intruder bones.

We're the Only Ones "This'll Hurt You a Lot More than It will Me" Enough

Yep, I can't tell you how many times I've had to leave feral sons Uday and Qusay clutching their stomachs and sobbing in pain. [Read]

Spare the club 'n all that...

Plus, what's the point of being bigger and stronger than people, not to mention having authority over them, if you can't beat 'em up when you want to?

[Via Harvey]

When the Balloon Goes Up

There's a new click-through graphic over in the left sidebar for BalloonGoesUp.com, run by Ron Larimer, who's been blogging about "training, tactics and gear used by civilians to prepare for the likely challenges we will all face" since October 2011, and who "decided to expand the mission of WTBGU! to include providing the best gear available for training, competition and preparing to survive the 1st 72 hours after a critical incident" this past August.

Go ahead and tour the site, spend some time looking at what he offers, and importantly, how he thinks. If you like what you see and are in the market for what he's got, you might as well get it from someone you think merits your business.

By way of full disclosure, I've decided to give becoming an affiliate a try, meaning I'll get a modest referral commission to help fill feral sons Uday's and Qusay's gruel bowls on orders originating from WoG.  They're holding their bellies and eying a trembling Humphrie the Wonder Pig as we speak.

We're the Only Ones Stunning Enough

An Ohio officer whose use of a stun gun on a child resulted in the shutdown of a village police force said he shocked the boy twice as the 9-year-old lay on the floor with his hands underneath his body. [More]

Yeah, I have no idea how I could have ever dealt with feral sons Uday and Qusay when they were nine without resorting to my trusty stun gun. What adult could--what's that phrase the Chief used?-- "maintain the integrity of the incident" without resorting to electroshock compliance measures?

What, Me Quirky?

Mike and David are certainly quirky, and way too direct for mainstream sensibilities, but they are the real deal.  You want the full story on Gunwalker, you go to them. [More]

Thanks, Kevin Wilmeth!  This is exactly the kind of stuff that really helps get the word out, and is especially relevant to the GRE column I have in mind for today.

Darling kid in the profile photo, btw.  Reminds me of the one I posted of me with feral sons Uday and Qusay on our old GunTruths site.  The one in the hat  is a college junior and the one in my lap is a high school senior who's as tall as I am now.

Here's an old family video of me applying my parenting skills and them responding in kind.

"Quirky" indeed.

And Today...

Until they get this Blogger mess fixed for good, I just can't see putting any more work into this site.

If you have not yet read today's GRE, here it is. Journey with us now to the mysterious Congo, a perilous trip made all the more dangerous by a Brady Four-Star rating.

As always, your sharing that link with millions will help keep the meager bowls of gruel for feral sons Uday and Qusay filled to the brim.