Sunday, November 08, 2009

Intro to USPSA Class: November, 2009

We had six new shooters and two 'observers' show up at the November, 2009, Introduction to USPSA class on Saturday, November 7, 2009, at the Albany Rifle and Pistol Club.

The class was scheduled to run from 1pm to 4pm, and when I showed up on the range around 12:30 to begin setting up I was a little nonplussed.

All of the 7 bays on the North Range already had the little orange highway cones marked "In Use" place at the entry door to the covered bays, indicating that it was not available to anyone else. In recent months this class had been held in Bay 4, which shares an overhead covering with Bay 5 except that there was a plywood wall inside the 3-walls-with-a-roof steel construction, and a concrete barrier forming an eight-foot high wall between the shooting bays. Mac, the USPSA/Action Pistol director of the club was not easily found; but I talked to a couple of guys who had driven onto the range immediately before me and they said they had asked around and bays 5, 6 and 7 were reserved for a match and bay 4 was reserved for a class.

Bays 5, 6 and 7 were semi-set up for some sort of Action Shooting match, and there was someone (Jim P. who is a USPSA shooter of my acquaintance) using Bay 4.

The other bays were either being used by people practicing, or reserved for a "Introduction to Pistol Shooting" or "NRA Basic Pistol" class.

I talked to a revolver shooter who had taken my Intro class a few months ago, and he told me that the "match" for which 3 bays were reserved was an ICORE (Revolver) match.

The two guys who had arrived at the match just before me said that one of them had just bought a new pistol (Springfield XD) and they wanted to function test the pistol.

Since the 3 bays were not completely set up for the match (the target stands and sticks were in place, but the cardboard targets were not yet mounted), I invited the 2 shooters to use the plate rack set up in bay 5 to test their pistol, and I hung around while I was changing boots and putting on my gear. It was almost 1pm when the ICORE shooters showed up, and by then the 2 shooters had sighted in their laser sight and were convinced that the XD would work for me. They were very good about sweeping up their brass and leaving the bay clean for the match.

Then I went back to Bay 4 and informed Jim P. that I needed the bay to set up for a class. He wanted to know if I would be off the range soon, and I sadly informed him that the class would take three hours. I hated to boot him off the range so arbitrarily, but I had a schedule to keep and I needed to set up the stage props for the class.

By then my class members had begun to show up. I had six participants at one time, but one of them (Donald) had originally arrived for the ICORE match. He was reluctant to drop out, and I tried to make it clear to him that there was no penalty involved; he was welcome to come to the December class, or any later class. Bummer: he had already read the manual, and completed the test. (I still have his test; I'll bring it along for the class when he can make the time for it. This is one of the problems which arise when a club is so active that there is no alternative but to schedule two attractive events on the same day, in the same time period.

Eventually we sorted ourselves out. I asked a couple of the guys to pick up a Bianchi Barricade from the rack on Bay 7, and then took a few more guys to the Prop Room on Bay 6 to pick up our props.

For this course, we needed a 3'x3' steel starting box, 3 target stands, six sticks, and three cardboard "Metric Targets". Besides the Bianchi Barricade, we needed a U.S. Popper and a Pepper Popper, plus a 'stand' for each. We also needed the Army Surplus Locking Container with included stapler (our out of staples, we ended up using my stapler), timer (the battery was low, we ended up using my timer), brown target-tapes, and various consumables associated with setting up a stage. I also grabbed two more Metric Targets as demonstration aids, which I used to (1) demonstrate and mark out the scoring zones and their scoring values for both Major Power and Minor Power, and (2) a separate target where the participants entered their names with a black Sharpie Pen to simulate the squad shooting order.

After a short wait while the last participant was guided onto the range and through the coded gate, we ended up with three shooters: Shawn, Clint, Brendon, Andrew and Wil.

We also had two observers: Aaron-1, whom I didn't know and was just there to observe his friends, and Aaron-2, who has demonstrated a remarkable ability to steer friends and acquaintances to the Introduction to USPSA course over the past year.

Aaron-1 helped move the Bianchi Barricade from Bay 7 to Bay 4.

Aaron-2 helped as a 'demonstrator' for most of the stages. My training technique is the classic "Tell you, Show you, Let you, Critique you" style.
First, we explain each training exercuse.
Second, the demonstrator goes through the course of fire being sure to make each movement slow and easy to follow.
Third, each participant performs the functions being presented in the exercise.
Fourth, we discuss the events illustrated by each participant. Emphasis on the 'good things'; mention of the alternate approaches elected on each run; finally, discussion of 'errors' demonstrated, and why they are less than optimal.

Aaron-2 has helped me in this capacity in previous classes, and I was pleased that he showed up at this class because he is conscientious and talented. On one stage, when we presented two cardboard targets partially obscured by a No-Shoot, he put his first shot into the no-shoot. I'm not yet convinced that he didn't deliberately mis-place the shot, but it offered an excellent teaching opportunity to illustrate why it is a bad idea to hit a no-shoot, why it is a good idea to make up such an error, and why it is common not to notice that a shot has gone wide of the intended targets.

Shooting in Inclement Weather:


It's not unusual for a match day in Oregon to be marred by bad weather. Either Rain or Snow can make it more difficult to compete.

Today was an excellent example. Although the morning was almost Indian Summer clear, it was not warm. But during the oral presentation (the first hour of the 3-hour class) a severe rainstorm hovered over the ARPC range for about 20 minutes. I announced that we were going to extend the 'classroom discussion' for a while, in hopes that the rain would relent later. And I pointed out that we had deliberately declined to mount the cardboard targets so we didn't have to get wet, and the targets didn't have to get too wet to paste tape over the bullet holes in the targets. And I also mentioned that in an actual match, we wouldn't have this luxury.

When we could no longer put off the Live Fire Exercise, the rain was still heavy, so we decided to just shoot the stages and temporarily ignore the scoring-and-pasting efforts which are part of a 'real match'. I also avoided the small-step-at-a-time approach which had typified previous classes. We went right to a modified exercise which taught proper responses to range commands, mandatory reloads between targets, and indexing between targets.

The guys didn't seem to have any problems with the rapid transitions, which implies that I have been codding earlier classes.

In this class, we finished the basic scenarios in an hour with 5 participants.

Since we had an hour left in the allotted class schedule, we went into more advanced technicues.

First we set up a two-string stage. With two IPSC targets and two steel targets, we described a stage where the two paper targets would be engaged using one-hand (defined strong-hand or weak-hand), and then a second string in which the two steel targets are engaged one-handed using the other hand.

After a short discussion, all participants chose to engage the cardboard targets with their weak hand.

The second string (two steel targets) were universally engaged with the strong hand. After all, the targets were smaller, thus more difficult to hit.

Surprisingly, most participants elected to engage the US Popper first, rather than the larger Pepper Popper ... both steel targets were set the same distance away, at the same distance as the IPSC targets.

When we discussed this, it was after we realized that participants (most of whom had handguns most commonly used in Production Division) were just as comfortable using the much more difficult Double-Action mode as the Single-Action mode -- even Clint, who was competing with a Beretta 92, with the absolutely awful double-action trigger. (I didn't try the gun ... Beretta may have made some improvements since I last tried a Beretta 92 a couple of years ago.)

No criticism here. Everyone did an excellent job. The possible exception was Wil, who shot the stage AFTER I pointed out that I would have shot the bigger Pepper Popper first. He tried it that way and took 3 shots to take down the Pepper Popper, then got the smaller U.S. Popper on the first shot -- strong hand.

I asked him why it took him 3 shots to knock down the Pepper Popper, and he admitted that he was shooting too fast. That's a remarkable admission, considering that Wil had no problems at all hitting his targets during the rest of the live-fire exercises.

We still had a half-hour to shoot, so the class found a plywood board which had six very small ports through which they could shoot. I regret that I didn't use my camera to illustrate the challenge. We set up the two steel targets, and three IPSC targets. The rain had stopped by then, so we included the necessity to score and tape the paper targets, besides resetting the steel. The object of the exercise was to engage each of the 5 targets through a different port. I should mention that the participants set up the vision barrier with ports so that they would have to engage targets through ports which were ALL below waist level. This was an excellent test of their ability to engage targets from an 'uncomfortable' position.

One student even went prone, then proped himself up in a semi-push-up position with his weak-hand, and fired strong-hand-only through the lowest port. He did fine on it, but I pointed out that he had mud smeared on his hand when he finished -- and transferred much of it to the slide of his pistol when he unloaded. I encouraged everyone to be certain to clear slippery mud from their equipment after shooting a stage, because that could negatively affect subsequent stage performance.

That took us to the 4pm quitting time. A few participants were willing to continue, but a couple wanted to go to the Main Range bench-rest facilities to try out a new AR rifle. So we returned the props to the appropriate storage area, exchanged emails, and everyone went their separate ways.

All in all, this was another positive experience for me. I enjoy meeting new shooters, and try to not only teach them the many ways in which they can avoid violating safety restrictions, but also let them see that USPSA competition is not only free-style, but challenging and fun.

Before I released the class, I asked for a show of hands of those who didn't have fun during the class. Nobody raised their hands. I asked Aaron-1, who was only an observer, and he said "Hey, I was just watching and *_I_* had fun today.

That's the way it should be.

I love this game.

PS:
Speaking of "shooting in Inclement Weather", I include this video from the January, 2007, ARPC match. Lots of white-painted steel targets. which do NOT show up well against a background of snow ... especially while the snow is still falling!



1911 Assembly and Re-assembly

YouTube - brentnowell's Channel

While surfing YouTube, I happened upon a series of videos by an Ontario resident named, apparently, Brent Nowell.

I was impressed by his casual approach to firearms assembly and disassembly. If one goes by the author's on-camera demeanor, this is nothing more than a trip to the neighborhood bodega for a quart of milk.

He doesn't seem to mind if he refers to the Slide Assembly as the "upper", and other apparent 'errors' of firearms nomenclature don't mean that he doesn't know what the parts are called ... it's just that he recognizes that "the map is not the terrain".

He's not a pedagogue. He's just someone who has a useful skill, and sees no reason why anybody can't learn it in one easy lesson.

And he's right.

When I decided that this would make a convenient all-in-one-place online technical reference, I was disappointed that the embedding option had been disabled by request. Fair enough; if the only way you can view the extremely helpful videos is to go directly to youtube and search for them, use the links (see below), or go directly to this youtube album then that's the way I recommend to you.

But to stick closely to ONLY his assembly and re-assembly of the 1911, here's the links to those three specific videos:

Disassembly of the 1911


Re-assembly of the 1911 (part 1 of 2
)

Re-assembly of the 1911 (part 2 of 2)

I am not a gunsmith, nor do I play one on Television. I'm not sure about the technical background of the author, but I suspect that he fits more into the category of "skilled amateur". His youtube channel profile states that he is a computer geek; well, of course, Geeks often have a surprising variety of interests.

If you want a complete video representation of 1911 re-assembly, this video animates the whole process in a 'theoretical' mode. It demonstrates some of the details not present in brentnowell's videos (for example, mainspring assembly in the mainspring housing) but nothing there contradicts what you can learn from this author. And brentnowell is very good about warning the would-be 'gunsmith' about the little things which can cause you grief ... such as retaining the plunger tube components which are under spring compression.

If you think you have the guts to take apart and re-assemble your 1911, and just want someone to show you how, then I highly recommend this series of videos to you.

However, I even more strongly advise you to view the video(s) several times to make sure you have it down pat, and to test-fire your re-assembled 1911 on the range before you are confident of the results. It's easy when you know what you are doing, but it's as easy to do it 'wrong' as to do it 'right'.

Anecdotal aside:


In 2001 I asked a friend who was familiar with the process to detail-clean my 2011 EDGE from STI. I neglected to provide him with ammunition or a magazine to test-fire the pistol, so when he delivered it to me at the 2001 Area 1 USPSA Match in Washington, he warned me that it had not been test fired.

Sure enough, he had inadvertently installed the 3-finger spring (sear spring) incorrectly, and on the first stage the pistol went full-auto for a coupe of rounds. My score for that stage was Zero, and I was not allowed to continue the match until the problem was corrected.

My friend was embarrassed, and so was I. Using nothing more than a rock as a hammer, and a small screwdriver, my friend dis-assembled and then re-assembled the pistol. After testing it at the "Function Firing Bay", I was able to to re-enter the match and ending up winning the match.

Okay, that last part is a lie. The pistol functioned flawlessly, but I did not. I was somewhere in the mediocre middle in order of finish within my class, which is where I belong because you know what? I'm just not that good.

By the way, in 2008 I wrote an article about "1911 maintenance without tools". The linked videos mention that the 1911 can be completely disassembled using only "a small screwdriver, and a large screwdriver".

The large screwdriver is used to remove the grip retention screws.

The small screwdriver is helpful in removing the firing pin block, the extractor, a few retaining pins (if they are obstinate). Oh, and in re-installing the firing pin block because the firing pin must be depressed. I don't mean 'depressed' in the sense of having a bad attitude; I mean in pressing it into the firing pin channel of the slide so that the firing pin block can be installed.

It's also handy in aligning the extractor pin so that the firing pin block can be installed, depressing the Plunger Pin so the safety can be installed, etc.

Still, it's interesting to note that the removed parts can be used as tools. For example, the slide lock can be used to depress the firing pin. And the slide can be used as a hammer to install retaining pins.

The 1911 was designed to be a military sidearm, and as such John Browning made a conscious effort to make it possible -- if awkward -- to completely disassemble and reassemble the pistol without any tools at all, let alone special tools.

That being said, I have always found it much easier to include a 1/8" punch in my field kit. And of course, my range bag includes some small parts for those which may be damaged or, more likely, lost during field expedient repairs.

Thursday, November 05, 2009

Out With The Old ...

When I started this loser blog five years ago, I was the fortunate recipient of the cutting-edge of blogging technology.

Since then, BlogSpot has come up with a lot of innovations, including an entirely new stable of template designs. All I have to do to take advantage of their free new technology is to convert.

Brrrr!

Chilly wind comes blowing down my back when I think of migrating to a new software package. Blogspot (thank you, Google) admits that 'some' of my customizations may be lost in transition.

Can you say "Everything you have ever done will be dropped" children? I knew you could.

(Sorry ... Mr. Robinson flashback there. )

Fortunately, Blogger comforts me by saying "we'll keep a copy of your template for you". It's like "We'll keep a light on for you", and you know how warm and friendly a Motel 6 is.

I'm getting really tired of the old design, though. I've tweaked it so much that it squeaks every time I sign in, and the format is, like ... narrow. Really narrow, you know?

I mean, just look at me. I'm nine inches wide and 50 inches tall. Or there-about. I've got a 20+ inch monitor, and I see more white space than I see content. I can just imagine if the layout would expand to full screen width ... the current (old, really out-of-it) template assumes the viewer has a 12" (diagonal measurement) monitor and a dial-up connection. I would really love to move into the 21st Century with this hog.

It'll probably take me a few days -- more realistically a few evenings of my capricious "free time" to effect the conversion. That's without stopping for inconsequential interruptions such as dinner and sleep.

Might be worth it, might be a royal pain in the fanny. I've been thinking about it for several months, though, and I've almost talked myself into it.

All I want is different colors, the ability to expand the text area (main body), and maybe have sidebars on each side. Or not, I don't really know what options are available. They have pre-designed templates, you know, and I don't know what they look like until I commit to the change. I'm thinking about a white background, though. Easier to read black text from a higher-contrast background.

I'll try to give you a couple of days notice before I commit to this. I wouldn't want to disappoint my readers ... all five of you.

And if I'm off-line for a week or two, you can just treat it as if I'm pouting, or don't have anything interesting to say, which is the usual case with this blog.


Come to think of it, not having anything to say hasn't really stopped me yet, now has it?

Mr. Robinson's Neighborhood

Yes, boys and girls, it's time for a visit to Mr. Robinson's Neighborhood!


Yup. Finally found that NBC archive of Saturday Night Live shows.

You know, the one I tried and failed to provide last week.

This is the first time I've ever seen Eddie Murphy in a SNL skit. Pitiful, isn't it?

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

SWMBO Report; November 09

Somedays it isn't easy to remain up-attitude.

I've tried to keep up with SWMBO's Battle Royal with Lung Cancer on a more or less monthly basis, but I skipped September and October because there wasn't a lot of news to tell.

In August I discussed her trip to Massachusetts General, located in Boston Massachusetts (hereinafter "Mass Gen", since I can't even spell Massachusetts).

After her interview and counseling with Dr. Shaw SWMBO returned to Oregon and begin working with her local Oncologist, Dr. Kenyon, and the crew at Good Samaritan Hospital ("Good Sam"), trying to gather all of her test records including CT scans, etc., on one CD to ship to Dr. Shaw for evaluation.

Dr. Shaw was particularly interested in comparing the relative CT scans over a period of time with the medications being used ... mainly, Avastin. At $3,500 to $4,000 per treatment, and treatments every month, it seemed that it should do some good.

But the first CD sent to Dr. Shaw directly from Good Sam just never arrived. After a few weeks, SWMBO emailed Dr. Shaw asking if she hadn't had time to evaluate the results. It was not until then that she learned that the CD had never arrived.

So she asked Dr. Kenyon to arrange for the delivery of another CD. That one, too, was Lost in Space.

Finally SWMBO took charge of her own welfare and early in October, 2009, she spent another $45 to have a third CD cut. Then she shipped it next-day FED EX to Dr. Shaw, and the next day received an email noting that the shipment had been received and the doctor would be evaluating the tests during the next week.

It actually took ten days for Dr. Shaw to call with the results of her evaluation. SWMBO got the phone call when we were in a restaurant having Saturday Lunch. We were just ordering when her cell phone rang. She excused herself and went to a quiet corner to take the call in relative privacy.

Five minutes later she came back to our table and quietly completed giving her order to the waitress.

I asked her about the call. She told me it was Dr. Shaw. They had identified the 'mutation' which was her own personal cancer tumor, based on the DNA samples they had evaluated. This mutation was one for which no cure had ever been identified. Also, the Avastin treatments had not been working for her ... had not been working for the past several months. The tumor was not being reduced as hoped; it was growing again.

She only gave me the bare bones of the conversation, and then our lunch was served and we quietly ate. We both finished our meals, eating everything. Life goes on, we get hungry, we eat. Paid our bill, left a nice tip to the patient waitress who didn't know what was going on with the phone call but we were obviously upset. The we went home, sat on the couch to talk and weep a little.

SWMBO give me a little more information, as well as she could remember.

The 'mutation' was one which they were working on at Mass Gen. No, they had no specific treatment available, but they were "trying things" and "working on it", and as soon as they had any indication of a workable treatment, they would let her know. In the meantime, they would recommend to Dr. Kenyon a new course of Chemotherapy. Forget the expensive Avastin which is not working. We don't know what the specific drugs are, but they should (Dr. Shaw hoped) serve to limit the rate of growth, if not actually reduce the size of the tumor.

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SWMBO took her first infusion of the new "Cancer Cocktail" 0n Wednesday last. She had a good session; they had the best needle-person in the office plug into her veins. That's a blessing, because her veins have collapsed a bit over the past year-and-change, and its usually a grueling trial for her as the technicians try various veins in her inner elbow, forearm, and the back of her hands before they get a "good stick". This time, instead of coming home with big bruises all over both hands and forearms, there was just one small bruise. A very encouraging sign.

Last weekend we had a quiet Halloween at home, watching DVDs rented from Hollywood Video. "The Proposal" was a lot more positive than The NCSI Marathon with blood and gore which typifies the well-written, but depressing series. We had a couple of dads-with-two-kids ring the doorbell to shout "Trick Or Treat!", and we gave out a couple of mini-Baby Ruth bars. Then we turned of the porch light and just vegged on the couch while we watched the movies.

Monday, SWMBO had "A Bad Day". She couldn't move around without causing a coughing jag. She was beginning to feel the side-effects of the chemotherapy. She doesn't have a good sense of balance, she feels under the weather and she's always tired and she can't often sleep through the night without coughing. When the coughing starts, with a lot of phlegm coming up, she can't lie prone. The best she can do is go sit on the couch where she can doze propped into a sitting position.

...

After work tonite I went over to her home to take her trash cans out to the curb. Wednesday is Trash Day, and her recycle barrel was full and the garbage barrel was also too heavy for her to handle. Stopped at the Safeway and got her a loaf of All Grain Bread; Cardboard in a Plastic Bag, but good for you!

She was feeling (thumb and forefinger a quarter-inch apart) a little better, but still a bit under the weather.

Still, she looked good. Robe and pajamas, no face-wash or hair-comb, but she looked good. Good color, the famous sparkling eyes, she dredged up the smile that enslaves me. Loving her is a privilege.

They think that the current course of chemotherapy won't cost her hair this time, as it did last year. Her voice is a bit squeaky, as if her throat was tight, but if she doesn't talk too much for too long she sounds good until she talks too much for too long and she starts coughing again.

You know what really kicks me in the rear?

They, the doctors, tell you to eat right with lots of fiber, vegetables and fruits, little red meat, lots of vitamins and minerals. Don't drink, don't smoke, get plenty of rest and plenty of exercise. You'll be fine; bring in the next patient.

She does all of those things; she has lead a healthy life-style for years.

I smoke, drink, spend all day on the computer at the office and all night on the computer at home. Eat pasta and red meat and don't exercise at all. I'm a Geek, she's a Princess. More, she's a Goddess: She Who Must Be Obeyed. Read the book.

It's just not right.

She has my tumor, dammit. I worked hard for it. I earned it. She ... doesn't deserve it.

And she feels bad because her feeling bad makes me worry about her.

Somedays it isn't easy to remain up-attitude.

Home Defense

There are as many opinions about what is the best firearm for Home Defense as there are people who own firearms -- perhaps more -- and while I'm certainly no expert on the subject I do have some opinions on what I think is best for my Home Defense situation.

Why so many opinions?

The primary reason is that everyone has his/her own specific conditions which mandate certain parameters which cannot be ignored. For example, the person who lives in the country with no close neighbors may decided that any firearm that does the job is appropriate; while someone who lives in an apartment or condominium is concerned about shooting large-caliber lead bullets which may pass through many walls may have a much more limited number of options available.

There are other conditions which limits one's choice of home-defense weaponry: the presence of children in the home; the degree of training and familiarity with the available weapons of choice; local laws and restrictions on owning/keeping/storing firearms; the 'geography' of one's home; personal opinions on "stopping power" of certain calibers, loads and bullets, etc.

Let's look at these few enumerated conditions:

Children in the Home:

When there are children present, the home-owner needs to be concerned about safely securing firearms and ammunition to prevent accidents. This, along with the ever-present need to have a self-defense weapon handy and immediately available in case of emergency, seems to suggest that a handgun would be most readily be made available when stored in a 'gun safe' which is concealed from casual sight, but can be readily accessed by a person at night, under stress, and reliably. There are pistol safes which use a combination lock (such as the V-line Top Draw Handgun Safe) which can be stored inconspicuously and can easily be opened with a single-hand punching in a combination. This allows the home-owner to easily access a pistol, yet prevents access by unauthorized persons ... including children.

Since the small 'pistol' size safes are more easily concealable, if you live in a home where children reside the safest defensive weapon may be a pistol, rather than a rifle or a shotgun.

Training and Familiarity with the Available Weapon:

It's safe to say that you are more effective with a weapon which you shoot regularly. The best Home Defense Weapon is probably the weapon that you use for any hunting or other purpose. Note that a high-powered rifle is often less appropriate because of the other conditions which have been mentioned, , it still may be the most effective Home Defensive weapon you own. Note that a .30-30 lever-action carbine may work best for you, there are other considerations which may suggest an alternate weapon. But if your situation has no other limiting factors, don't entirey discount a long-gun.

Local Laws and Restrictions:
This is a gray area: if you reside in Chicago, for example, there may be NO firearms which you can legally keep and own in a 'ready to use' status. On the other hand, some places allow either Handguns, Rifles or Shotguns to be retained in a mode which is readily available in a loaded (cartridge in chamber) or semi-loaded (cartridge in magazine) configuration. Which ever type of firearms is permitted in the closest-to-fire configuration may be the best choice for you. The acid test is whether you can pick up the firearm and engage a home-invader in the shortest period of time.

Geography of the Home:

If you live in a small home, with narrow stairwells and small rooms, a long-gun may not be the best choice for you. That would seem to suggest that a handgun would better allow you to move around corners and through small, cluttered rooms with a minimum of danger of restricting free access of a target.

On the other hand, if you live in an open ranch-style house with a fairly open geography (fewer corners, etc.) you may feel free to use a long-gun (rifle or shotgun).

This condition also includes the proximity of neighbors. If you life in an apartment building, you may share a common wall with your neighbor. I that case, you may be concerned about missed shots (or shoot-throughs) which can put a bullet into an adjacent dwelling. Your choices may include a pistol loaded with frangible ammunition, or a shotgun loaded with bird-shot.

Stopping Power:
Much is said about "Stopping Power". The truth is, you cannot reliable believe any of it. Generally speaking, larger calibers are more effective than smaller calibers. On the other hand, a hit with a small-caliber weapon is more effective than a miss with a large-caliber weapon. Other than that, most generalizations (and many specific assertions) become a moot point when the home-invader meets the home-owner. Shoot what you can hit with; after that comes hitting in a vital area, etc.

There are many people who confidently assert that you can stop an aggressor with a single round of 9mm, .38 special, .25 caliber, or other calibers. There are even more people who confidenty assert that these are not reliable home-defense calibers. However, there are a number of loads (mostly depending upon bullet design) which are confidently asserted by at least one gun-writer be 'man killers'.

Generally speaking, find something you can shoot with confidence, and find the most effective load for that gun/caliber.


Geek Preference:
I live in a two-story duplex in a college town. My landlord and his family live on the other side of common walls. My imperative is (1) to be able to stop an attacker, and (2) to not send a bullet through the walls with the high probability of injuring or killing a neighbor.

For that reason, my primary Home Defensive weapon is a Mossberg shotgun loaded with #7 shot. I have reasonable expectations that stray pellets will not penetrate the wall and, if they do, they will not kill my neighbors. I like my neighbors, and my Landlord; this is a major consideration for me.

Besides that, a shotgun is effective at the close range (3 yards) I can expect to engage an aggressor, regardless of the pellet size.

Also, I don't expect to be chasing a home invader around my house; if he doesn't attempt to enter my bedroom, hes probably not a dire threat.

Ultimately, I have other 'back-up' weapons: a .45 ACP pistol, and a really terrifying .41 Magnum single-action revolve which is very likely to deter anyone coming through my door while I engage them from the top of the stairwell. Any shot fired from that acute angle and missing my target will safely bury itself in the lawn -- possibly after passing through the body of a home invader.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Speaking of Stupid ...

These stupid rules gotta go, GIs tell 2-star - Army News, news from Iraq, - Army Times

In my last article, I presented the co-existant possibilities of U.S. Army and "stupid".

It's interesting to note that a Major General (two stars) recently asked his command "What is the stupidest rule or policy you have seen in the Army?

Talk about throwing red meat to lions -- several pertinent comments were returned.

Among these:

• The M9 pistol. With all of the outstanding handguns on the market, the Army still issues this piece of junk.
Uh, yeah. I was fortunate in that my tour of duty occurred during the Viet Nam war, and we had the benefit of being issued the 1911 for officers, artillarymen, and infantry grenadiers. There was no "M9 pistol alternative available at the time, and I am pleased to have avoided this sacrifice to political correctness.

The M9 was accepted in U.S. Military inventory in an attempt to achieve a parity with United Nations "Standard" issue. If we were in a U.N. military situation, or so the logic goes, we could share ammunition with other UN or NATO countries.

Originally, the 1911 in .45ACP caliber was adopted during the Moro Wars in the Philippines because the 'current issue' handgun the .38 special, was found to be insufficient to stop the Moro "Amok" fanatics before they could penetrate American lines and kill American soldiers. The .45 ACP, however, was determined to have a greater 'stopping power' and therefore to be more effective in saving the lives of the American soldiers. Although the .45 ACP was not available for issue to American troops during this period, the lesson learned in The Philippines was an important influence on the next choice of issue handguns.

Somehow, the U.S. Army lost track of this important imperative. This may have been, in part due to political influences.

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The next "Stupid Rule" was:

Beret backlash, uniform unrest

Worthless as headgear. Offers no protection from rain or sun. Bring back the cap.

— Sam Verbeck

We spent millions on berets at a time when we did not have money for spare parts for vehicles or ammo for ranges.

— Rob

The beret is an absolutely useless piece of gear. Sure it looks good, but it’s pretty obvious that the ones who made it policy to wear this piece of gear in an everyday work uniform sit in an office and don’t see the light of day.

— Joe Snuffy

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The first use of the modern beret in the U.S. military was in 1943, when a battalion of the 509th Parachute Infantry was given maroon berets by their British counterparts for their service in the war.
Later, the Green Beret was give to a similar elite U.S. military group, the Special Forces, during the Vietnam War. (Special Forces were formed in 1952...)

Almost contemporaneously, the Black Beret (in 1979) was awarded to U.S. Army Rangers.

However according to the 75th Rangers ...

On October 17, 2000, the Chief of Staff of the United States Army, General Eric Shinseki, stated in a speech to the AUSA National Convention in Washington, D.C.:

"It is time for the entire Army to accept the challenge of excellence that has so long been a hallmark of our special operations and airborne units. As another step towards achieving the capabilities of the objective force, effective 14 June 2001, the first Army birthday of the new millennium, the Army will don its new headgear. The black beret will become the Army standard. Special operations and airborne units will retain their distinctive berets. But starting next June, the black beret will be symbolic of our commitment to transform this magnificent Army into a new force -- a strategically responsive force for the 21st century."

The Black Beret has been worn exclusively by Army Rangers and has become a powerful symbol of excellence earned only though extreme effort under adverse conditions. General Shinseki's directive was quickly followed with an order that all active duty Rangers serving throughout the United States Army were to remain silent on this issue.

We have seen that the prestigious Black Beret, originally assigned as an earned mark of valor to the Rangers, has been undermined by the Army High Command to exemplify all Army Personnel. While it is not in itself demeaning to allow ALL Army personnel to wear the Black Beret, in essence it is an insult to the original wearers ... the Rangers ... to permit the same expectation of excellence to be accorded to the run-of-the-mill members of the U.S. Army which has been EARNED by the Rangers.

I have been trained by Rangers. Non-Commissioned Officer Infantry School (NCOIC) 1971. I do not pretend to be as accomplished as my trainers, because I am not. But I do admire the proficiency which my trainers have demonstrated.

[I never liked them, but I did admire their demonstrated skills ... which I realized I would never match.]

So when it comes to an evaluation of the universal award of the Black Beret to all members of the U.S. Army, I share the outrage of both The Ranges, and those members of the Standing Army who recognize that they have not earned this honor.

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There are other complaints by the Standing Army against 'Rules' which seem oppressive, nonsensical, or otherwise "stupid". I will not enumerate them here.

But it seems to me that the administrati9ve rules which are anathema to the common soldier are probably nonsensical to the common civilian as well, when they are understood in the context of day0by-day requirements.

President Obama ties George W. Bush on golf

POLITICO CLICK: President Obama ties George W. Bush on golf - Patrick Gavin

President Barack Obama has only been in office for just over nine months, but he's already hit the links as much as President Bush did in over two years.

CBS' Mark Knoller — an unofficial documentarian and statistician of all things White House-related — wrote on his Twitter feed that, "Today - Obama ties Pres. Bush in the number of rounds of golf played in office: 24.

Took Bush 2 yrs & 10 months."

This is ... baloney.

Who cares how much Obama took playing golf?

Personally, I would encourage President Obama to spend as much time playing Golf as possible. This is time NOT spent undermining the U.S. Economy.

One of my favorite presidents was Dwight David Eisenhower, who notoriously spent a lot of time playing golf rather than being "presidential". Who was hurt by Ike's Golfing Predilection? Only the poor souls who were hit by Ike's famous Slice.

Eisenhower decidedly did NOT act very presidential during his two terms of office ('54 - '60).

He did act decisively on Civil Rights matters (eg: sent troops to Little Rock to desegregate schools), ended the war in Korea and handled International issues in Lebanon, Berlin, Suez, Taiwan, Hungary. Avoided intervention in Viet Nam. He attempted detente with the Soviets, which was demolished by the Francis Gary Powers "U2" incident. He expanded the economy, balanced the budget, established H.E.W., NASA, and the Interstate Highway System (which, among other benefits, provided a national emergency landing strip pattern for Strategic Air Command planes).

No, Ike didn't do much but play golf ... badly.

If Obama would only play more golf, badly or otherwise, he might end up being as exemplary a president as was Eisenhower.

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The military has a saying about commanders who are to some degree aggressive and stupid.

A Stupid and Lazy commander may be ignored, for he will cause no lasting harm.

A Bright and Aggressive commander is a positive influence on his command.

A Bright and Lazy commander may incidentally or accidentally benefit his command, but will infrequently cause some minor damage.

But a Stupid and Aggressive Commander will confound his superiors, harm his command, and undermine the constructive intentions of his nation.

Or words to that effect.

Eisenhower was, essentially, a Bright and Lazy Commander , in that he caused no harm, and incidentally caused some good.

Obama is a Stupid and Aggressive Commander. Unfortunately, he has no superiors who might countermand his directions. He seems on the surface to be Bright, but in terms of his ability to do his job, he is overwhelmingly impressed with his own potential with the result that he acts stupidly, but is unable to recognize his limitations. He will cause more harm than good, and is unable to just play golf and let the running of his country be guided by better qualified sub-commanders.

Personally, I would prefer that he play golf more often, and attempt to govern as infrequently as is humanly possible. He should emulate Eisenhower, rather than either of the Roosevelts.

Calendar pokes fun at Mormon mom stereotype

The Associated Press: Calendar pokes fun at Mormon mom stereotype

I'm ... not really certain how to report on this subject, delicately.

I have several Mormons in my family, and while I don't necessarily agree with the constraints of their religion I respect their beliefs. I don't mind the "No Television" part, but "No Smoking" and "No Drinking" are a direct assault on my personal life-style. I admit I would be a better man if I observed these restrictions, but it probably ain't gonna happen. (There was a time in my youth when I admired, but was unable to accept, the precepts of B'nai B'rith ... but the same problems arose. Probably due to same problems which made this raised-Baptist boy a functional agnostic.)

Okay, there's probably no way to "report on this subject, delicately". Let's just see what reportage is already available:

SALT LAKE CITY — The latest installment of a calendar series that pokes fun at Mormon stereotypes is putting a twist on motherhood.

The "Hot Mormon Muffins: A Taste of Motherhood" calendar features 12 mothers who claim membership in The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in vintage pinup picture poses. Each month also has a muffin recipe.

It's a companion piece to "Men on a Mission," the three-year series of calendars that featured 12 male church missionaries who doffed their signature white shirts.

Last year, a dustup over the calendar ultimately cost its creator, Las Vegas entrepreneur Chad Hardy, his membership in the church and his diploma from the church-owned Brigham Young University.

Hardy said the projects are designed to shake up stereotypes that paint Mormons in general as stuffy or hyper-conservative and mothers in particular as homemakers from another era.

"For Mormons, the most holy calling next to missionary work is motherhood," said Hardy. "But they're not all the subservient housewives that people think they are."

Church spokeswoman Kim Farah declined to comment on the calendar Monday.

Here are some of the videos available through the website "Hot Mormon Muffins".
Episode 5: Every Muffin a Missionary:

Episode 7: Mormon Muffins for TV Dinners:

I'm re-thinking my earlier decisions vis-a-vis conversion.

Hero contractor recounts fighting off Taliban

Hero contractor recounts fighting off Taliban - TODAY People

Chris Turner ... is a hero.

And in the best tradition of heroes, he credits others for his success in defending his friends and co-workers. The surprising part is that these 'others' include United Nations troops, a group which has not enjoyed a good reputation, and Afghan guards.



For two hours, a civilian contractor held off Taliban commandos with an AK-47, saving the lives of 24 people in a Kabul, Afghanistan, guest house. But while others are praising Chris Turner’s courage, the 62-year-old former hippie refuses to be called a hero.

“The real heroes were the three U.N. guards and the Afghan guards who lost their lives defending all of us,” Turner told TODAY’s Meredith Vieira Thursday from Kabul.

In the predawn darkness a day earlier, Turner and more than two dozen others who lived in a walled compound in Kabul were violently awakened by explosions and small-arms fire. The Taliban, who had been concentrating their attacks in the countryside outside the capital, had targeted the compound, where many United Nations workers were living while preparing to monitor a run-off presidential election.


Turner, the only one in the compound who was armed (with an AK-47) except for the guards, rallied the other residents in a escape from their residence to a relatively safe area, and then single-handedly mounted an armed defense against Taliban attackers, including suicide bombers, until relieved.

In the U.S. Military, such initiative, bravery and selfless devotion would be deserving of a prestigious medal.

Surely a sterling performance, especially from a self-styled "former Hippie". But Turner's modesty is commensurate with the demeanor of Alvin York and Audie Murphy ... to illustrate American heroes from both World Wars. Both of these men, American Infantrymen, earned the Congressional Medal of Honor for "conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty."

But Turner is a civilian: there is no expectation of "conspicuous gallantry" in any sense, let alone in comparison to "the call of duty".

An untrained ex-hippie, who measures up to the accomplishments of the two most exemplary American Military Heroes, sure deserves nothing less from his government than the Presidential Medal of Freedom, an award of the President of the United States of America ...
... the foremost U.S. civilian decoration, awarded to individuals who have made “an especially meritorious contribution to the security or national interests of the United States, world peace, cultural or other significant public or private endeavors.”

I cannot conceive of any other individual to date more deserving of recognition by President Obama in this time of terrible conflict against terrorists and suicide bombers than an American Civilian who defends his civilian colleagues against the attempted predations of the Taliban.

After all, President George W. Bush awarded the Medal of Freedom to radio comentator Paul Harvey.

Modern Sporting Rifle

Modern Sporting Rifle | NSSF
"Old Betsy"?

Doesn't look like Your Father's Oldsmobile, does it? And it's not. It's better.

Check the video comparison between a "black rifle" (which, coincidentally isn't even black) and an "acceptable" semi-automatic "sporting rifle"

Thursday, October 29, 2009

First Halloween Frightening Figure

First Lady toy story: Michelle Obama, joins Barack, gets action figure

Okay, so it starts out very mild MO gets her own action figure.







Then it becomes a little more personal.




















Finally, we get to All-Halloween, All the time, and I discover that I should be afraid; I should be very afraid!









NBC Video Rewind

NBC Video Rewind

This was originally intended to link directly into an early "Saturday Night Live" show, where you could see the entire show.

NBC has got a LOT of full-show videos and I picked this one because I wanted to see what it looked like. But that was last Friday night, late, and I was just to tired to finish the research. So I just built a blog-stub and went to bed.

Tonite I came back, intending to finish the blog, but I couldn't get anything other than a Rainbow Peacock to display. But try the link anyway (NBC Video Rewind", above). Maybe I just didn't give it time to load.

So I went looking, and found something called "Classic TV", and it had some 'other' video options.

I picked "The Jay Leno Show", which took me to the JayLenoGarage.Com website.

That's good enough for now. I've given you a couple of links, you can amuse yourself as seems appropriate surfing through them.

I did view one video, though. And I even embedded it here. This is a 7-minute video from Jay Leno's Garage: "Jet Bike 2"


A couple of Leno quotes from the video:
(While riding the bike on city streets and a freeway approach ramp) --
"When you're riding sitting on a jet engine, it's scary ... but it's a lot of fun."

(After ending the ride, shutting the bike down in the garage) --
"That's the great thing about riding this bike, just the fact that you're still alive is a huge deal at the end of it!"
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UPDATE: 05-NOV-2009
I found the workable link to NBC's archive of Saturday Night Live. See it at:

http://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/categories/season-35/1162362/

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Arnie and the "F-Bomb

Did Arnie (Arnold Schwarzenegger) drop the "F-Bomb" in an official letter last week?

Never mind the details. The facts are that a Liberal jokes-meister dissed Arnie at a dinner, while sponsoring a Liberal bill having to do with the Port of San Francisco. Arnie later released a statement refusing to support the bill, and some people believe it is more than a coincidence that the first letter of each line, taken together, seem to spell out the phrase:

"F - U - C - K Y - O - U"


This is, of course, mere supposition.

You can see the full text of the letter, which essentially vetoes the bill, here.

You can make up your own mind about the significance of the clearly accidental juxtaposition of the first letter of each line.

If the shoe fits ...

The most unproductive day

Monday Oct 26 is 'most unproductive day' - Telegraph

According to the Telegraph (see above) Monday October 26th is the "most unproductive day" of the year.

I must have blinked. I missed it. Personally, I was very productive in my work on Monday.

If I missed it, the thesis must be wrong. At least, that's my theory.

Actually, it's not entirely bogus.

Seasonal Affective Disorder (S.A.D.) is a very real physiological phenomenon, according to the Mayo Clinic:

Seasonal affective disorder (also called SAD) is a type of depression that occurs at the same time every year. If you're like most people with seasonal affective disorder, your symptoms start in the fall and may continue into the winter months, sapping your energy and making you feel moody. Less often, seasonal affective disorder causes depression in the spring or early summer.

Don't brush off that yearly feeling as simply a case of the "winter blues" or a seasonal funk that you have to tough out on your own — you may have seasonal affective disorder. Treatment for seasonal affective disorder includes light therapy (phototherapy), psychotherapy and medications. Addressing the problem can help you keep your mood and motivation steady throughout the year.

And I'm living proof (at least in my own mind) that this is a true, actual phenomenon.

I like summer. Sunshine. No wind, no rain, nor dark of night ... as The Supremes say. At least during the hours when my body protests that it should be daytime, except that there's no sunshine.

But when Winter comes, I tend to get a little hunch-backed, and spend too much time thinking about blue skies, walking to the office from my car without getting wet, and going to the office AND going home after work in the sunshine, rather than in the dark.

That's why, when I transferred to my new office four years ago, I chose the work station which was closest to the door ... and to the light which is always on over the door.

The rest of my colleagues prefer to work in an environment without overhead lights. When I leave my desk, I enter the TwiLight Zone. Literally. They all have their own personal desk lamps glowing, but these are pitiful zones of light. Walking down the aisle between cubicles is like driving down a country road, where the only light comes from Mercury Lamps atop tall poles which our rural brothers position at the turn-off from the dusty gravel track which wanders from one homestead to the next.

My colleagues are nice people, but they're all virtual Troglodytes. It is as if they feel agoraphobic, fearful of the boundless open areas; they prefer the artificial boundaries established by the limited glow-ring of their 40-watt Halogen bulbs. Intense sunshine where their attention is fixated; everything in the shadows just does not exist. The 21st Century Cave is not for me.

But getting back to the main theme: although I prefer sunshine on my shoulders (makes me happy!), I can still enjoy a productive day under the mere influence of a few fluorescent tubes above my desk. So did Monday make me blue? No. Actually, I did accomplish my daily self-imposed productivity goals, and the day was rewarding. Fun, even: I think a person should find work that they enjoy, and when I do my job to my own personal standards, I enjoy the day.

I believe that the theory that "October 26 Is The Most Unproductive Day Of The Year" is pure bull-pucky. Some of my most unproductive days this year were during the height of the summer, and the reasons had absoutly nothing to do with the length of the daytime, or the amount of light impinging upon my own workspace.

Still, I know that if I did not have bright lights shining on me all day, it would be a total bummer, man!


PS: Dude, do NOT build your own ultra-light airplane and fly it back and forth across the rocky shoals of the California Coast. Think: Icarus, okay? You're, like -- not high enough, and not light enough, no matter what you're smoking.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Note to the Court About Gun Rights: "From My Cold Dead Hands!"

Pajamas TV - The Hicks File - A Note to the Court About Gun Rights: "From My Cold Dead Hands!"

Bravely (and shamelessly) stealing from "The Hicks File" on PJTV, I offer the following observations from this six-minute opinion piece:

"The policy on guns is not driven by practical considerations -- but by ideology."

"... lawbreakers break laws. That's -- what they do! It's silly to expect that a criminal will be deterred because there are laws to restrict guns. Criminals will always find a way to arm themselves. In fact, they can do it easier than you. Assuming, that is, you're a law-abiding citizen."

"Don't you agree that it's time that the second amendment got the same respect as the rest?"
And even though I have featured this video clip before, because I cannot resist, see also the following:

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Leaping wolf snatches photo prize


BBC NEWS | Leaping wolf snatches photo prize

Excellent photo, worth taking a moment to appreciate.

Norm!

Portland, Oregon KPTV News on USPSA/IPSC shooting competiton

Take a look at a sport that combines target shooting with an obstacle course.
It may not be "New news" to us, but Portland (Oregon) television station KPTV has a portrait of USPSA competition up on their website.

Dated October 25, 2009, the web-article features People That I know! Norm and (son) Zack Bright, Dave and (daughter) Beck Sirea, show viewers how exciting it is to shoot Practical Pistol competition in the sun.

Just the introduction of a video featuring sunshine and outdoor activities without rain is News here in the Great Pacific NorthWet, and this video has lots of sunshine and shooting.

Emphasis on the family, emphasis on the sheer joy of shooting competitively -- Run & Gun is definitely Good News for us all.

We don't have the download available, so go to the link and watch it for yourself.


We're fortunate to have such photogenic people representing Practical Pistol. More important, it's obvious that they're having fun shooting "Race Guns" beside other handguns which are not as exotic in a fun, family-oriented shooting sport.

I strongly encourage you to go look at the article, and view the video. Heavy traffic on a commercial website (especially here in Blue State Oregon) is probably one of the best ways to demonstrate to the Main Stream Media that we "Support The Sport."

H/T: USPSA

UPDATE:
Also linked through USPSA, a video article about GM Jimmy Reed from Texas

Cemetery Escort Duty

I received this in an email today from an old friend, Bill S., whose son Adam just recently returned from his (second? Third?) tour of duty in Iraq.

I can claim nothing about the content. It looks like fiction. At best, it's apocryphal; unsubstantiated and the author is unknown.

But it reads good, and I admit I admire the emotional content.

So I include the entire text of the email, including the few statements at the end, which are not directly related and seem excessively jingoistic.



On the other hand, I prefer jingoism to its exact opposite, which we see far more these days than we need.

Cemetery Escort Duty

I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.

I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, Looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers; About four or five bunches as best I could
tell.

I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, And left a slightly bitter taste:
'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts Like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.

Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, We might make it to Smokey's in time.

I broke post attention.
My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and The pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight: Middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, In marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease About thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.

I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.

'Ma'am,may I assist you in any way?'

She took long enough to answer.

'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'

'My pleasure, ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.

She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?'

' Vietnam , ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'

She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine. I'll be as quick as I can.'

I lied a little bigger: 'No hurry, ma'am.'

She smiled and winked at me..
'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done. Might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time.'

'Yes, ma 'am. At your service..'

She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918 .

She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X.Davidson, USMC, 1943 .

She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J.. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.

She paused for a second.. 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'

I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am. Take your time..'

She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.'

I pointed with my chin. 'That way, ma'am.'

'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.'

She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted. She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, And the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.

She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.

'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'

Yes, ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?'

She paused. 'Yes,
Donald Davidson was my father,
Stephen was my uncle,
Stanley was my husband,
Larry and Darrel were our sons.
All killed in action, all Marines.'

She stopped. Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.
She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.

I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.

'Get to the 'Out' gate quick. I have something I've got to do.' Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her. She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.

'Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.

When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:
'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!'

I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud. She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.

I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.

Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'

As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us..'

Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.'

Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too!

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!




In the words of President Teddy Roosevelt, "We have room for but one flag, the American flag... We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language... and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people."


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Remember, the government cannot give anything to anyone that they have not first taken away from someone else.



Thursday, October 22, 2009

Other Peoples' Chaos

Opposing Views: NEWS:Crazy End to HS Football Game; Now Bad Sportsmanship?


High school football, Michigan, Homecoming Game. With 0.08 seconds left to play, the home team in possession of the ball and down one point at 28-27, they elected to go for the field goal.

The kick is blocked, everybody is cheering for the presumed winner, the favored Visitor team, when the home coach realizes that the ball has not passed the line of scrimmage; the ball is still in play.

The ... what do they call the guy who holds the ball for the kicker? ... anyway, #87 has already reached down and picked up the ball when he hears his coach SCREAMING from the sidelines. The visiting team is already streaming off the field, so he tucks the ball against his body and sprints across the goal line.

Touchdown. The home team wins, 28-33.

Then come the recriminations.

That's the short version of the story. Click the "Opposing Views" link and read the whole thing. Oh, and be sure to read the comments.

And I still don't like football. I just enjoy other peoples' chaos.

El Presidente - The Hard Way

A five-shot snubby at an IPSC match? Well ...



... perhaps not the most competitive choice, but at least it's "Revolver Reliable".

Congratulations to "Mikey Scribbles" for boldly going where no man has gone before. And shouldn't.

H/T: Yawn

Fat Pride

Opposing Views: NEWS:Should Fat People Be Protected Under Hate Crime Laws?

This article helps fill my Equal Opportunity Blogging quota in three areas:
  1. Cite Opposing Views while they do all the work of actually researching the subject
  2. Sneer at Hate Crimes and other versions of Nanny Statism
  3. Hold The Brits up to public ridicule
The theme is: should Hate Crimes include offenses against not only Race and Religion and Sexual Orientation, but also Fat-ism?

I've coined the phrase "Fat-Ism" (fatism?) to loosely address the sin of discriminating against people because they are fat. I don't want to make it sound as if I'm singling out Fat People, if only because I don't want to be charged with a Hate Crime in case I ever visit England or San Francisco. Yes, I am actually talking about Fat People, but my guess is that it soon will be the 21's Century's "N-Word". And I'm not willing to say "Obese" because I've already got an "O-word.

But The Brits are all up in arms ... which is a neutered term in Great Britain, since they are no longer permitted arms ... because they think that Fat-ism is as bad as Racism and Genderism and Ageism and all the other dash-isms describing folks who think they're special because they're different from everybody else.

The Opposing Views article talks about, if you can believe this, the "Size Acceptance Movement".

Geez, what will they think of next.

Back in London, members of the Size Acceptance Movement said they constantly face discrimination because of their waistlines. Kathryn Szrodecki said that in the UK fat people are stared at, pointed at, talked about and attacked. "I have been discriminated against - I am a YMCA qualified fitness instructor, but I have gone for jobs and been laughed off the premises."
If you purport to be a teacher of grammar and you demonstrably cannot parse a sentence, nobody will accept you as a believable expert grammarian, either. Should we establish a League of Incomprehensible Grammarians for your defense?

This is beginning to remind me of Monty Python and the "Silly Walks". Twenty years ago it was funny; today, it is actionable. I do believe that the sun has begun to set on the British Empire.

BUT:
the article also quotes another interviewed person:
Marsha Coupe said. "I have been punched, I have had beer thrown in my face, I have had people attack me on the train. They say 'Move out of the way fatty! Well person coming down the aisle!'"

... and you know, that sort of sounds familiar. I recall grade school (shudder!) and the kid they called "Stinky" and threw dirt clods at during recess, because his/her family was trying to survive with an alcoholic mother and father and the seven siblings didn't have much chance at the cold-water shower, or clean clothes. They were lucky to have two sets of clothes, and laundry was not a common option. But we hated them because they smelled bad, and anyone who had the seat next to them was teased because they were said to "love Stinky Alphreda Cleveland" (true story).

I remember a "Fatty", whose mother always made sure that they were as well-fed as she, and she was indeed very well fed. Biscuits and potatoes and gravy, oh my! And that was just breakfast.

And I remember the skinny kid in Junior High School, who won the annual competition for First Chair in the Tuba Section ("Double-E-Flat Sousaphone) and got beat up by the other to Fat Kids who could carry the weight in a parade, but never practiced as the skinny kid did.

(I was "the skinny kid", but no more. Bet I still couldn't beat up the Fat Kids, though.)

Sorry, bit of a Senior Moment there, what?

Anyway, it's true that children can be unbelievably cruel, especially to kids that are different from everybody else.

I have to accept that The Brits, and even San Francisco have a point: people are discriminated against because they are ... well, Fat. It isn't as obvious or as prevalent in the adult population as it is among children, but it's still there.

The thing is, it really isn't reasonable to discriminate against people for their race. Even if you think some races are lesser than others (Racism), it's unreasonable to take it out on the individual. After all, they didn't choose their parents any more than you did, and if your attitude against people of other races is the hand-me-down bigotry of one generation to its children, you probably didn't do a very good job of choosing your parents either, now did you?

When you get into the non-gene-based bigotry, then it gets rather messy. People who hold an instinctive bias against Homosexuals, for example, are often heard saying "Well, they could just change their behavior, couldn't they?" It's a slippery slope, which goes even harder against people who Body Mass Index (BMI) is higher than, say, yours. (Before you speak, visit that last link and see how far from the 'norm' you are. Then think about it.)

It's easy to say "well, they could just eat less and exercise more, couldn't they?"

Easy to say isn't easy to do, usually. There's a lot involved here, including genes, family history ("... mother always made sure that they were as well-fed as she ...") and self-image just to name a few.


If you're not already in that place, put yourself in that place for a while. We're the product of our genes (nature) and our up-bringing (nurture). All of us. If you're an Adonis or an Aphrodite, you probably had a lot of luck in both life-lotteries. You probably also have worked hard to maintain your temple-like body. Good for you, and I do envy you for your self-discipline.

I work with a fellow, and also a lady, who both have a BMI far higher than mine. They are absolutely excellent at their jobs ... both technical. Think about it: you may be able to do one-handed push-ups (yes, I have been re-reading Robert B. Parker's "Spenser" series), but can you de-bug an SQR program or define a computer application from the point of view of the user of that application?

For that matter, I know an IPSC shooter who outweighs me by a hundred pounds, and he's a gentle friend who typically out-shoots me on even the run-and-gun field courses.

I don't buy into the "Inside every Fat Person, there's a Skinny Person crying to be let out" philosophy. But I do believe that when we judge people by appearances, or by how closely their life-style matches ours, we diminish ourselves unconsciously much more than we diminish them meanly.

Both Sides Now:
Having looked at "Fat-ism" from every aspect, I still don't think that it's a reasonable solution to make "Fat-ism" a Hate Crime.

Why?

Because I believe that the entire concept of "Hate Crimes" is hateful. It's too easy to go overboard, to live life by The Rules rather than a realistic attitude toward life and behavior. It's like comparing Digital to Analogue. Digital gives us the Internet; Analogue gives us Van Gogh. I trust that's self-explanatory, and if it's not you must be a Digital person who is patently guilty of Analogue-ism.

See how silly that sounds?

...

I leave you with one more thought.

San Francisco (Open up that Golden Gate) has already passed some Fat-ism legislation. Brrrr ... the mere act of using "San Francisco" and "legislation" in the same sentence makes my teeth ache and my manhood shrivel.

This from the cited article:
... where a law bans so called "fat-ism" in housing and employment. It also stops doctors from pressing patients to slim down.

San Francisco lawyer Sondra Solway told BBC News, "The San Francisco ordinance says you may want to mention weight to the patient but if the patient says they do not want to talk about that then you are asked to respect those wishes."
Oh, okay. So I didn't invent the term "Fat-ism" after all. Whew! That's good, I feel no more need for shame.

When San Francisco passes a law that disallows my physician to nag me to stop smoking, I may begin to feel some respect for them. (I would ignore the good advice, of course, as I always do.) Other than that, this is just one more excellent example illustrating that the Nanny Statism that is San Francisco is similar to the mindless predatory actions of a rabid skunk.

It (the culture and administration of San Francisco) smells bad enough even when it's healthy. When it gets sick, the only effective remedy is to put it down, then cut off it's head so the veterinarian can examine what's left of its brain to determine whether, if you've been bitten by it, you need to take that painful series of anti-rabies shots.

Brrrrrr!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Soldier dies after receiving smoker's lungs in transplant - CNN.com

Soldier dies after receiving smoker's lungs in transplant - CNN.com


A leading UK hospital has defended its practice of using organs donated by smokers after the death of a soldier who received the cancerous lungs of a heavy smoker.

Corporal Matthew Millington, 31, died at his home in 2008, less than a year after receiving a transplant that was supposed to save his life at Papworth Hospital -- the UK's largest specialist cardiothoracic hospital, in Cambridgeshire, east England.

Papworth Hospital released a statement saying using donor lungs from smokers was not "unusual."

The statement added that the hospital had no option but to use lungs from smokers as "the number of lung transplants carried out would have been significantly lower," if they didn't.
Apparently, organ donations are not fully screened in the United Kingdom due to minimal funding under the National Health System (NHS).

In this case, the Iraq War Veteran "...was serving in Iraq in 2005 when he was diagnosed with an incurable condition that left him unable to breathe."

So he was put on the waiting list, and they eventually came up with a pair of replacement lungs, but they didn't tell him that the lungs they had came from a 2-1/2 packs per day smoker.

Less than a year later, he developed Lung Cancer and died as a result of his wounds ... delivered by a 'grateful NHS.

This is just more example of the reasons why Socialized Medicine is Not A Good Idea. The entire program is supported by The State, and when the money runs out it's Hobbson's Choice for you, my lad. "This is what we have; take it, or leave it."

He was told he required a transplant and in April 2007 received a double lung transplant at Papworth Hospital.

Less than a year later, doctors discovered a tumor in the new lungs. Despite radiotherapy, Millington died on February 8, 2008, at his family home near Stoke-on-Trent, in Staffordshire.

The inquest found a radiologist failed to highlight the growth of a cancerous tumor on the donor lungs.

Tests found that he had received the lungs of a donor who smoked up to 50 cigarettes a day, the inquest at North Staffordshire coroner's court heard.

[Emphasis Added] One wonders why this "cancerous tumor" was not found on the donor lungs before they were transplanted.

The answer is obvious: they didn't perform the necessary tests before the transplant, and the most obvious reason is that the NHS was reluctant to perform the necessary tests. Forget the obvious lies which blame it on a radiologist. Trust me, if you have lung cancer it CAN be detected by a CT scan.

This evening I talked to SWMBO, who was diagnosed with Lung Cancer 15 months ago. Today she was scheduled for another CT scan, and informed by her insurance carrier that she would be personally responsible for about 10% of the cost of the CT scan ... which costs a total of $3,250 - $4,500.

She was nonplussed about the fact that, although she pays $600/month for insurance, she would be required to pay $350 - $450 for the CT scan. As she is unable to work, and lives on her pension, she was unhappy with the news.

Evil Private Medical Insurance Bastards!

Under NHS, Corporal Matthew Millington was not required to co-pay for the CT scan which would have detected the tumor in his replacement lungs. Under the circumstances, I suspect that almost anyone would argue that it was a necessary pre-condition to accepting a pair of lungs that a CT scan be performed. Since the article did not mention it, and because the test is definitive and WOULD have detected a tumor, it seems safe to conclude that a CT scan of the donor lungs was not performed prior to them being transplanted in the body of a young, otherwise healthy veteran.

But the choice was not offered to the veteran recipient. He probably was not even aware that the most definitive (albeit expensive) examination of the transplant organs had not been performed.

Instead, NHS rolled the dice for him and ... oh darn. Sorry, but we put a smoker's lungs into your body without thoroughly testing them and I'm afraid we put a cancer in there as well. But I'm sure you understand that we had no way of knowing about the tumor, because we really couldn't afford to make the tests. Stiff upper lip, Old Boy, and all that.

Now we in America are pondering whether to invoke Socialized Medicine upon our populace.

Perhaps it would be better to just cut our own throats and save ourselves the pain and discomfort of Bandages-On-A-Budget.

Evil Socialized Medicine Bastards!

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