Thursday, September 15, 2005

Summer Wine Lyrics - Nancy Sinatra

Summer Wine Lyrics - Nancy Sinatra

Isn't it funny how a song will stay in your mind for decades, and hop onto your tongue for no good reason at all?

When I was in college, I subscribed to the Columbia Record Club. It was like a Book Club, every month they would send you a flyer of the current 'hit' records, and you could choose what you liked.

I had recently seen Nancy Sinatra in a movie (The Wild Angels) and her songs "Bang Bang" and "These Boots Are Made For Walking" were pretty big then, back in the sixties, so I chose to spend my dwindling funds on her latest LP.

Remember how hard it was to find money for anything more than Room, Beer, Board & Books when you were in college? I expect I spent $5.95 on this album, and that's significant bucks considering that at Gino's Pizza Parlor on 3rd and Van Buren would sell you three pitchers of beer for a buck on Wednesday nights.

I talked to my sweetie, SWMBO, on the phone tonite. She had just changed jobs, is looking for an apartment closer to the new office, and was pretty discouraged. I had suggested that we spend Saturday looking for an apartment, and Sunday shooting an IPSC match. "Poor Sweet Baby" I said.

What I should have said was: "I will give to you Strawberry Wine".

The N.Sinatra album I bought was "Nancy and Lee", and one of the most haunting of this surprisingly good album was Strawberry Wine. It was a duet-album with County Singer Lee Hazelwood, and it has NOT been converted to DVD, CD, or any other digital format. You can't buy the album, but you CAN buy it on the "Lightning Girl's Greatest Hits" album from Amazon for about $45.

Strawberries cherries and an angel´s kiss in spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things
Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time
And I will give to you summer wine
Ohhh-oh summer wine
Yes, I still have the LP. It is one of the reasons I'm contemplating the purchase of hardware/software inteface so I can transform my extensive collection of 33-1/3 Long Playing Records (LP's) into digital files.

Is there a point here?

No, clearly not.

You got a problem with that?

UPDATE: November 7, 2007

This "Summer Wine" post has been one of those 'one-hit wonders' that you occasionally get on a blog. I wrote it because I felt strongly about the subject, never expected to find that anyone else ever cared, and was surprised when I got so many hits on the post.

I just shrugged it off until tonite I got an email from a lady in the UK who actually sounded interested. She wanted to know, for example, if (in my experience) this song was frequently played in high-school proms in the 1967 - 1968 period. She hinted broadly that she had 'other questions'.

Full Disclosure: when I wrote this article I had the LP album in my hand. Since then, I have been unable to find it. Well, my stack of LPs is on the floor under my 'work station table' in the Front Room, and it's about 5' long. I can't find the album now, although I had no problems finding the "How's That Grab You" and "Nancy in London" albums. Too bad. Judging from the comments on the Amazon website, there is a lot of interest in the exact songs, and the sequence in which they appeared in the original album. I could get some major bucks from selling this album. I say this in full recognition of the fact that the re-issue of the album starts at about $65, and goes up to over $250 on Amazon dot com. (I won't bother trying to provide links here, just go to Amazon.com and search "Nancy and Lee".)

This album was re-released in 1990, and is currently available for under $8 as an "MP3" collection under the title "Fairy Tales & Fantasies".

I have not listened to this album for at least two years, but I bought the MP3 download tonite and in fact am listening to it now .... "Summer Wine" is playing. This is the third successive time I've listened to the MP3 download, and to the best of my memory this album faithfully reproduces every song on the album, and in the correct *(original)* sequence.

I'll keep an eye open for the original album, but for those crazies who think this is an important point, I'll say it again:
The Amazon MP3 download of "Nancy and Lee: Fairy Tales and Fantasies" is a faithful reproduction of the original album, in that it provides ALL of the songs in the same sequence as the original.

If YOU really really need authoritative confirmation, please email me (address at the bottom of this page) and make me an author. For enough money, I will search my LP collection again and, if I find the album, I'll give you the information.

Hell, for enough money I'll sell the original LP.

After all, I have the music and I can listen to it any time I want to. I don't need the LP any more.

Joshua Heldreth Apology

Ten Year Old Arrested for Giving Food to Terri Schiavo Apologizes




I've been putting this off because of the plethora of IPSC-related information which has been available during the past month, but I mentioned the article to The Gary during the Croc Match, and told him I was going to post it Real Soon Now (RSN).

No more delays. I think this deserves some attention.


Several months ago, I posted an article describing how several adolescent members of the Keys family were arrested because they trespassed . . . they attempted to bring water to Terri Schaivo after her life support was terminated. (Note broken links to accompanying photos.)

I mentioned that others were also arrested, but I didn't name them (because I didn't have their names). Apparently, 10-year-old Joshua Heldreth, eldest of 8 children, was one of those 'others'.

At the end of August, his punishment was decided. He was to perform 25 hours of community service, and write a 'letter of apology' to the management of the hospice in which Ms. Schiavo was being . . . slowly murdered.

Here are excerpts of young Joshua's letter of apology:

"I was arrested on Good Friday for trespassing on the hospice center's property . . . Not giving Mrs. Shiavo (sic) food or water was wrong. The reason I had to go on your property was because Jesus would do the same thing. It made me sad that she was so thirsty and it made Jesus sad too. I knew she would die without water and I am called by Jesus to be a defender of the defenceless. So I had to go on your property to try to bring her a drink."
(. . .)
"I am sorry that you didn't like that and wouldn't allow me to help save her life and one day you will have to tell God why. I won't be able to help you then like I tried to help her. I will pray for you every day . . ."
You can read the entire article by clicking at the link at the head of this post. Or, you can click on the picture to view the PDF of his original letter.

I don't know if young Joshua is really qualified to speak for Jesus.

But I think he speaks for many people.

And I know a Perfect Squelch when I see one . . .

"I am sorry that you didn't like that and wouldn't allow me to help save her life and one day you will have to tell God why. I won't be able to help you then like I tried to help her. I will pray for you every day . . ."


Blog Maintenance

Over the past couple of days, I've received notefication that spammers are touting their commercial websites in comments to this blog.

(You may not be aware of this, but every comment made generates an email to me. This allows me to know who is saying what. It does NOT tell me which article is being commented upon.)

I looked for the spamnotes in the current posts, and haven't found them yet, so I assume they're not going to be a problem for anybody.

Still, I don't like the idea of my blog being pirated by commercial interests. I would like them to stop it, but I doubt they will do so voluntarily.

Blogger.com offers two tools which would help filter out these commercial entries:

  • I can require you to register before your comment is accepted
  • I can require you to verify a non-text word (you've seen the goofy typeface letters before)
I don't know about you, but when I care enough about what a blog says, I want to have my say with a minimum of hoops to jump through. It irritates me whenever I go to a typepad-hosted blog, for example, and learn that I have to register before I can comment. Worse, I never remember my ID and password for typepad, so usually I don't say what I had intended. Instead, I just go away mad.

These commercial comments aren't so intrusive that they take up a lot of my time or yours, so for the time being I have decided NOT to make it more difficult to comment to this weblog. If you want to be known as anonymous, that's fine with me. I would prefer that you let me know who you are, but it's your choice. The downside, for you, may be that I don't know who you are so I (and other readers) don't get a sense of continuity if you comment more than once or twice ... unlike, for example, the hobo brasser and norm the ungrateful.

If the commercial comments become a problem for YOU, please let me know. I'll reconsider my decision to make it as easy as possible for folks to add comments.

But I really don't want to impede reader comments. As far as I'm concerned, what YOU have to say is infinitely more interesting to me than what I had to say. Besides, without reader feedback (comments), I don't know if anybody is really interested in what I had to say.

Sure, I subscribe to a statistics service so I know if people are reading the blog. That doesn't count for much, it's just numbers.

Here in Geekistan, we're People Oriented. We want to know who you are, what you think, and what you want to know more about. Anything that makes it more awkward, difficult or inconvenient for you to provide that much-needed feedback is not A Good Thing in my opinion.

What do you think?

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

ISP Angst

If you read my 'stuff' regularly, you know that I've been agonizing over the choice of a replacement for AOL as my ISP and a 56baud modem as my connection.

(You know you read this stuff, as well as I know it, cause I have your comments. You either read with the hope that I'll say something of interest, or because you are amused by demonstrated Lack of Having A Life, or because you are a masochistic S.O.B. I'm voting for Option "C".)

A month ago, I thought I had a real chance of getting a broadcast WiFi connection. When I called the ISP office, they said "Hey, no problem, we already have a couple of customers on your street!"

This was good news, because I live on a cul-de-sac at the edge of their coverage area. I figure, if the folks across the street (there are only 8 houses on the street!) have a connection, I'm a sure shoo-in!

No joy. They came out and made their WiFi receiver tests, and said they couldn't do business with me. I'm in, like some kind of Oregon Vortex.

Well, I knew that. But I had hoped that the Internet Gods would have cut me a little slack this time. (Foolish boy!)

My remaining choices were between QWEST and COMCAST.

I really don't want COMCAST. I have a TV, but it's not hooked up to anything. I use it to view DVD's, VHS movie tapes, and sometimes to view the tapes I make with my VHS Analogue Video Cam (which I haven't used since I bought the Geek Digicam, on my birthday last February.) S

The alternative seems to be QWEST. Good upload/download speed, about a half-GIG of data storage, and since I'm already a customer they're willing to make me a deal by 'bundling' my services. This means they take the landline, the voice-mail, and the caller-ID charges and discount them ten percent before they add another thirty bucks a month for DSL.

The other alternative (COMCAST, and it looks like a slow runner since every deal they've pitched to me through their snail-mail spaaaaaaam) doesn't seem nearly as attractive. Sure, they'll give me 6 months of service at $30 a month, but the price then jumps up to $60 a month and I have to take Cable TV also. That adds about another $45 a month, for a grand total of $105 a month even though I don't WANT Television Access.

So I'm waffling back and forth, thinking that I don't use my landline except for the 56baud modem thingie, and tonite I tried to pay my QWEST bill online.

I tried six times, and every time I tried to pay my bill with my debit card, the online bill-pay kept coming back to the same screen. No error message, no reason why it wouldn't complete the transaction.

So I called the one-eight hundred phone number, and they can't figure it out either.

Nice lady Rachel told me she would be happy to take the information over the phone so I could complete the transaction.

No word on why the online bill-paying function wouldn't work, so (after assuring her that I had no complaints about her service at ALL) I asked to speak for her supervisor. Told her that I was angry and frustrated and I didn't want to take it out on her.

Her supervisor, Darren, was entirely polite but said he was 'disappointed' when I said I was tired of the QWEST Quik-Step every time I tried to pay my bill online and offered to take care of it personally.

I asked him to take notes, and then told him that I had experienced repeated problems with their online bill-paying, and I was tired of it. I mentioned that I only used the landline connection for Internet connection through AOL, and I just couldn't see any reason why I should have to jump through hoops every month just to pay my bill. This wasn't the first time I had to phone the home office to accomplish this supposed 'convenience', and I was tired of it. I wanted to pay my bill, and I did. But as soon as I could, I planned to discontinue my association with QWEST and use my cell phone for personal voice communications . . . which was provided by VERIZON, their closest competitor in this area.

After I had paid my QWEST bill I did a NetScape search on COMCAST and learned that they couldn't give me ISP service at my address.

Boy, did I feel the fool!

Then I went to one of the secondary links on the search page, and found a third-party provider who could hook me up with COMCAST, provide a six-month discount, and give me free installation of a free modem.

So here's the deal: Free installation (I have to stay home for a half-day so they can install the FREE modem, sometime around the end of the month) and I pay $30 a month for six months. Then the price rises to $49.95 a month for 4000 baud download, 385 baud upload. Plus they give me 50MB online storage . . . which means I have a place to park a few of those MPG files I've been threatening you with for a while.

Let me see: I pay $30 a month for six months, then I pay $50 a month.

And I don't need QWEST, so I save the nominal $60 a month I'm already paying.

Also, I don't need to pay $30 a month for AOL to be my primary ISP. Instead, I can pay $10 a month for minimal service.

Old monthly bills: $60/month for QWEST plus $30 a month for AOL = $90 a month.
New monthly bills: $50 a month for COMCAST plus $10 a month for AOL = $60 a month.

Current expense: 90 x 12 = $1080 per year.
Expected expense: $40 x 12 = $480 per year, a savings of $600.
Next year and successive years: $60 x 12 = $720 per year, a savings of $360.

Besides which, I can save an extra $120 a year if I use one of the SEVEN email addressed available on the COMCAST subscription and completely dump AOL. That's an attractive alternative all in itself.

Not only that, but I get online Internet access from 6 to 10 times faster, and I'm liking that.

Bottom line, I don't have to deal with QWEST any more when bill-paying time comes around, and I may even be able to get rid of the annoying AOL service discontinuities, which happen from time to time.


Right now, even before I get the COMCAST DSL service, I'm looking at a significant monthly savings. Plus I get faster access, plus I get online storage.

The downside?

I have a lot of history with AOL, and I'm taking in terms of archived emails.

I think I can live without that.

Anybody have any downside anecdotal reasons why COMCAST won't work for me?

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Not My Favorite Things

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things . . .
Maria's song from "The Sound Of Music" helps us over the hard times, because it lists so poignantly those small 'things' which must bring us small joys and bring a special dimension to our life .

Unfortunately, these are not a common part of our everyday life. What we tend to focus on are the small irritations of day-to-day life, and that is the subject of today's Geek Rant.

Getting up early to go to work, professional frustrations, we have learned to expect these unfavorite things and they don't make us feel bad. In fact, the worst days at work are those in which I don't accomplish as much as I would have hoped. Is it that way with you?

But the niggling little daily irritations started working on my as I got home, and checked my mailbox.

Argh! Circulars, advertisements, and things addressed to "occupant" (or even worse, bulk mailings from Safeway et all with not even a salutation.) These things are an irritation at best, an impediment to my peaceful life at worst. I found myself with a handful of flyers and newsprint-quality advertisements from stores I never shop in. At the trash can, I started to throw them away and somehow caught myself just before I threw them away. Tucked inside the grocery store flyers and bi-monthly Corvallis Disposal newsletters was A Bill. Great for me, that I can toss the junk mail (Snail-Mail's version of SPAAAAAM!) and in so doing fail to pay a bill on time. Great for my credit rating, and more especially great for imposing a late fee because I didn't know I had been billed. Later, I May have wondered why I didn't get a bill for the revolving charge card, but it would probably have been too late to get my payment in before the past-due date.

Do you hate Junk Mail as much as I do?

Later, as I settled into my comfortable computer-desk chair to check my email, the FIRST thing AOL asked me to do was to check my SPAAAAM filer for online junk mail. I had a half-dozen letters asking me to send them money, under one guise or another. Surprisingly, I didn't have a Nigerian Letter variant which suggested that they would share umpteen million dollars in a bank which had been been inundated by the New Orleans flood. However, I was offered some great deals on Viagra, Vitamins, and some stock tips which you gotta see to believe. Good heavens, they must think I am some kind of chump to buy into their trailer park trash. I haven't seen such transparent scams since an Encyclopedia Salesman found my wife's trailer outside the Fort McClellan, Alabama, post limits.



Do you hate online junk mail as much as I do?

After I cleared out THAT trash-pile, I started reading my legitimate email. It was a breath of fresh air when I got to Syd's regular "News From The Sight 1911" email. Syd, I truly enjoy reading what you have to say every couple of weeks, but you were outraged and I am outraged at the news. (Click on the link to see Syd's supporting MSM references.)

Here we have the Mayor of New Orleans confiscating weapons from law-abiding citizens. This is making my scalp crawl. I've tried to find some legal justification for this egregious measure, but it just isn't there. The mayoral dictate is patently illegal, unconstitutional, and the men and women who are required to enforce this measure are as uncomfortable with it as I am. Still, they have been placed under the command of a martinet, and an incompetent one at that. They're banging on doors, and busting heads, and handcuffing solid citizens because those same citizens can't depend on the police to protect them and their property, yet the police are taking away the means to defend the property.

Do you hate Mayor Ray Nagin as much as I do?

Here's what Syd has to say:

News from The Sight M1911

Volume 187, 9/14/05

With the stunning devastation of Katrina receding into sound bite memory for most everyone except those folks who have no homes to go home to, the storm of wind and tidal surges has been replaced by another storm of equal intensity, that of blame, recrimination, and partisan broadsides: The government didn’t do enough. It didn’t do it fast enough. It didn’t move fast enough because the victims were black. It didn’t move fast enough because the victims were poor. The Mayor blew it. The Governor choked up. The FEMA chief was inexperienced. The President was disengaged. Too much of the guard was in Iraq to respond quickly to the disaster. Etc., etc.

I can’t help but wonder if the lion’s share of the emotional voltage of this critique – beyond the obvious, that it provides an arsenal of ammo with which to assail George Bush – comes from the fact that Katrina has laid bare the foundation myth of the nanny state: the government will protect you; the government will fix your problems and heal your wounds. The event showed once again that the government really doesn’t do a very good job of protecting us. Maybe it should, but the reality is that it doesn’t. Those who took responsibility for their own safety and survival came through OK; those who trusted the government’s promise to take care of them were tragically disappointed. The message is clear. The state is not the messiah. When the chips are down, be ready to provide for your own security and survival.

For those of us who care a lot about gun rights, New Orleans is truly “the handwriting on the wall.” When citizens needed their guns the most, the mayor of New Orleans gave an illegal order to his police to confiscate the guns of law abiding citizens. Interestingly, I have yet to hear of a single instance of a law abiding citizen misusing a personal defense firearms to abuse another person, to shoot someone by mistake, or even to resist the illegal orders issued by the mayor. The gun threat from law abiding citizens was purely imaginary, unless, of course, you happened to be a looter. There were enough cops and guard to disarm the victims going into the Superdome, but not enough to protect them from predators once they were inside. We all need to take a few minutes to dig up our states’ emergency powers laws to see just what kind of ugly little surprises might be buried there.




Still, the news from N'Orleans isn't all one-sided. Relief workers are laboring under unusual conditions (no surprise to any of us), and one of the 'unusual conditions' is that they are being shot at (a GREAT surprise to most of us!).

Well, they may not be experiencing combat conditions NOW, but we've all heard/read the news reports of relief workers, helicopters, et al, taking fire while trying to save human lives and relieve human miser.

Man, that really sucks.

Just one more thing that's not among my favorite things.

UPDATE:

There's just one more thing to say.

You know I work at a college. Today, I was walking across campus on my way to lunch, and I saw something I haven't seen for a long, long time.

It was a girl. Long dark hair, brushed and gleaming in the sun. White blouse, emerald green skirt, carrying a handbag and wearing honest-to goodness shoes. No flip-flop shower sandles. No baby-fat pierced-navel tummy hanging out. No slouching, or shuffling, no androgynous indifferent teens-conformist looks. Just a healthy, confident, I-am-what-I-am young woman who obviously enjoys being a girl.

I stopped, and stared, and swore to myself. Look at that, a girl who looks like a GIRL.

By God! As long as there are a few young women who like themselves and have enough self-pride to stride across a college campus with her head held high, there's hope for this old world yet.

Next week, I intend to look for boys who don't have pierced bodyparts and who aren't riding bicycles or skating along on skateboards. I don't have great expectations, but I have high hopes that there is at least one man, and one woman, in this town of thirty thousand. Maybe . . . just maybe . . . they'll meet, and marry, and start a new generation of Americans who have pride of self and dignity to match.

Wouldn't that be something?




Sunday, September 11, 2005

thirteen thousand

Although it is not important to everyone, I note that in the past hour my stats counter has logged over 13,000 visitors to this site since I began counting on December 15, 2004.

Your patronage is important to me, and I am grateful that the few dozen people who frequent this website choose to return again and again. Even if the only reason for your visit is to see what indignity I perpetrate next upon the authors of the IPSC rulebook or the English language, I'm glad you came to visit.

This might be called a 'vanity' exercise. I write because I have to, and because . . . uh . . . okay, that pretty much sums it up for me.

I don't write to my family as often as I should, because I don't know what to say to them much of the time. I get tired of saying "My job is about the same, I spent last weekend going to another pistol match, just as I did last weekend and the weekend before that, I am in good health and I hope you are the same." I know they get tired of hearing that, too. Because my interests are not the same as theirs, I don't write to them.

But perhaps my interests do coincide with yours, and so I spend my time writing to you. If you don't like what I have to write about . . . pffft! Don't read it. I wouldn't.

I've been spending a lot of time taking pictures at IPSC matches lately, and I've occasionally conned SWMBO into believing convinced SWMBO that it was at least as much fun to take pictures of IPSC matches as it is to shoot them. She will never believe me again, but at least she took a SLEW of great action pictures before she became entirely disenchanted with photography. She shot a club match this weekend, and had a great match despite her extended hiatus from competition. In recognition of her patience, I made a point of leaving the camera in the car. She appreciated it.

In appreciation of her great contribution to IPSC history, I would like to present a very short video she took a couple of weeks ago, of someone performing an unsafe act at an IPSC match, leading to a match disqualification. This isn't necessarily a criticism of the competitor. I came within a hairs breadth of making the same mistake, within a few inches.

In IPSC, inches matter. A lot.

Anyway, as I say I would LIKE to provide you with a short video, but I won't. I need to turn it into an animated GIF, and the software I have (JASCO Animator, part of the Paint Shop Pro 9 software package) is still new to me. It will take more time than I have available tonite.

The Hobo Brasser is a hard taskmaster, and as Communications Director of the Columbia Cascade Section he expects me to send him the Points Match Standings for the first Points Match of the 2006 season. I haven't got it done, due to circumstances I won't go into, and I won't get it finished tonite.


But I can get a good start on it, so that's what I'll be doing from now until bedtime.

Tomorrow is a school day, and I have a job to do.

Memories of 9/11

Nom de guerre: Rivrdog: Feeling good about 9-11

Rivrdog is a retired Multnomah County (Oregon) Sheriff's Deputy. On 9/11, he was on duty in the Multnomah County Court House in Portland. Today, he recounted his memories of that day, and of the months to follow. He made a difference in his home town.

I wish I could say the same, but I can't. I woke to my clock radio talking about airplanes having crashed into the Twin Towers, first the one, then the other. As I lay there, stunned, wanting to believe that this was a latter-day Orsen Wells radio play, I felt unable to move.

After I heard that the towers had collapsed, I got up long enough to go to the phone and call my office. I said I would not be coming to work today. And then I went back to bed.

A while later, I got up and dressed. Then I sat in my chair and continued to listen to the radio.

Around noon, my daughter phoned me from her home in San Diego. We talked for a while, relishing the human contact. We couldn't reassure each other, because neither of us were yet able to develop any reassuring perspective on the event. Still, it was good to know that we were both still there, still caring, still a part of one another's fragile, necessary lives.

After we said goodbye, I continued to sit there in my lonely room, listening to the radio. I helped nobody, it never occurred to me to call any other members of my family, or my friends. I was not an American, nor did I make a difference.

I just . . . sat.

I sat until the sun went down. Then I turned on the lights, and sat some more. I wasn't in disbelief, only perhaps in mourning. Even that was a small part of it, because I wasn't yet ready to feel anything.

The next day I got up and went to work.

Nothing had been decided, at least by me. All I was doing was carrying on. I went to work, and did my job. It wasn't that I particularly cared about my job that day, it's just that this is what I do, and I did care that someone wouldn't be able to do their job if I didn't do my part.

I hope my reaction, or lack of reaction, wasn't typical. My job didn't seem to make much of a difference in the world, but it was all I had that I could do. Days later I realized that this was all I COULD do, so perhaps my day of stunned non-being will be overlooked by the world.

Recently we had a similar national shock, cause by a natural disaster. The effects were no less in terms of property damage and lives disrupted. We have yet to learn whether the loss of life is more, or less. But (at the risk of seeming to be callous and indifferent to the deaths of my fellow citizens), I was able to function on some level. I got up, I went to work, I did my job.

The difference isn't in the effect; the difference is in the cause.

Hurricane Katrina is responsible for the damage in the Gulf States. This wasn't caused by man's inhumanity to man. I can deal with natural disaster, at least in a small and insignificant sense.

What I can't deal with is the deliberate slaughter of 9/11.

What I can't deal with, what I can't comprehend, is how supposedly rational human beings can deliberately kill so many innocent fellow humans, and justify it by a differing theological or cultural set of priorities.

I know so many good, responsible, admirable people. They would not be capable of unilaterally causing such untold human suffering. They could not inflict such a slaughter of innocents.

How could anyone believe so whole-heartedly in God, that they could justify such a horrible, inhuman act as we experienced (however 'vicariously') on 9/11?

What are we do to with a segment of society which applauds such inhumanity? 9/11 wasn't a natural disaster, against which mankind still, after millenia of technological advance, we still have no defense.

Technology seems only to present new means and opportunities for slaughter. It doesn't protect us from the same disasters we have experienced since time began: comets half distroying the earth, volcanic eruptions, earthquake, fire, flood, blizzard.

What do we have to protect us from our fellow man? God may be the answer, but today it seems again that God, or the false promises of false prophets using God as an excuse, is as much our enemy as the winds and the tides.

But however clement the weather this day, we hold it as a day of national mourning. And we wait. We wait for the next inhumanity to be visited upon us. We hope it will not happen, and it appears that this anniversary of dreadful death has passed us by for this year.

We pray it will not happen again, but with little confidence.

For the horsemen of the Apocalypse have visited on this day, and there is little reason to expect that they will not visit again in future days.

All we have, all we can do, is to do our jobs.

Some are more important than others, some are more meaningful, some are more helpful to others.

For those who went out and did their jobs on 9/11, and in New Orleans, December 7, and all other days of disaster . . . I thank you.

Rivrdog, you're a good man. I thank you personally. I thank you for doing your job, when that is all you could do, and I especially thank you for doing your job when you did more than was expected of you.

This is the kind of man who holds the torch of civilization, when those around him can do nothing more than sit, and listen, and watch.

The Original IPSC Target

Today I revealed The Grand Deception. Namely, that the traditional IPSC target has been designated "The IPSC Metric Design Paper/Cardboard Target" for at least 15 years.

This despite my repeated and loud protests on the Unofficial IPSC list and at least two IPSC-related internet forums that it was arbitrarily so designated when IPSC introduced the "Classic" target in the 14th rule book edition (2001). I wondered how long it would take for someone to actually look through the old editions of the rule books and find out the real name of the IPSC target before the "Classic" was introduced.

The answer is: four years.

The joke has gone on long enough. Today, "IPSC-GUY" called my bluff, and I have to admit that my outraged protest is entirely without substance.

IPSC didn't make up the name "Metric Target" just to distinguish it from the new "Classic" target shape. They used the real, official name which had already been in effect for at least ten years. (I admit I didn't realize this when I made my first protest. I didn't discover it until I looked it up for myself. But it has been an interesting experiment, making all that noise without anybody confronting me with the truth.)

Incidently, the original IPSC target was designated "The Item Target", not the "Metric" Target (even though the dimensions were printed in centimeters rather than in inches.)

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Here's a picture of the Item Target, along with an alternative design called the "Boxed Option" target, from the 1st Edition (May, 1983) of the IPSC and USPSA rule book.
(Click on all images for hi-res images).


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For your casual information, here's a look at the cover of the 1st Edition rule book.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Part II: 2005 Croc Dundee Banzaii Balistic Match

The scores from the Croc Match are UP!

Yesterday I gave you the walk-through for the first five stages of the Croc Match, along with a representative photo of each stage.

Today, I want to finish the walkthrough. Later, I may be able to give you some of the background and color of the event, even though much of it may be of interest only to the people who actually attended.

(Don't say I didn't warn you that this was a don't-miss-it match. VileBill and Mr. Completely are already kicking themselves that they weren't there, and while I'm not going to give you the St. Crispin's Day speech from Henry V, if you missed it you will never be able to say "I was there". Maybe next year, eh?)

Stage 6 (Bay 5) Combat Rock

49 rounds, 21 IPSC, 5 PP, 2 plates ... 245 points. Course Designer: Shaun Hescock

Starting the stage with a grubby, slimey diddy-bag in front of you is never an auspicious start. In this case, dozens of grubby, slimey IPSC shooters have probably chosen to grip a flap of the bag (filled with bubble-wrap, not a weight issue) in their teeth in order to free their hands for shooting some significant portion of the first 24 rounds in this 49-round stage. (Yes, Virginia, some of the stages DID require less than 50 rounds to complete them . . . but not by much!)
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Here, you had the opportunity to engage a forward-falling popper to activate a bobber, and if you were really fast you could also engage the backward-falling popper before engaging the moving target. You could even shoot at the first two IPSC targets visible from the start box, even though it provided no advantage for those who weren't limited by a ten-round magazine capacity restriction.

Eventually, though, you had to carry the bag downrange, and there were one or two 4-target arrays to be engaged while carrying the bag . . . depending upon whether you were able to get rid of the bag while shooting these two arrays.

While I was working as the Range Officer for part of my squad, Robbie (a 15-year old shooter from Red Bluff, California, who was there with his father Tim) came up to the line. He obviously planned to move downrange with the bag held in his teeth. I asked him: "Does it bother you that dozens of grubby, slimey IPSC shooters have probably run this stage with the grubby, slimy diddy bag in their teeth, and have doubtless slobbered all over it?"

Robbie replied: "No."

A man don't get no more eloquent than that.

Still, I offer in evidence the Grubby, Slimey Diddy Bag after four or five squads had had their way with it. The bag started out a uniform washed-out brown color. The black part is the flap where several dozen Gurbby, Slimey IPSC shooters had slobbered all over it as they held it in their mouth.
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I wouldn't bite this bag. When I ran this stage, I held it delicately before me betwixt thumb and forefinger . . . and I washed my hands when I was finished with the stage. SWMBO, who was taking lots and lots of excellent photos, tells me that the Super Squad members didn't hold it in their mouth, either. Some of them even threw the bag from the starting position downrange to the brass-colored bucket where they were required to deposit it before engaging the last target array.

Maybe that's how they got to be on the Super Squad. Maybe it's a matter of Survival Instincts. All I know is, most of my squad took the . . . er . . . bag between their teeth and ran with it.

We were not the Super Squad.

Stage 7 (Bay 6 . . . The Pit) Goin' To The Grammy's

57 rounds, 26 IPSC, 3 USP, 2 plates ... 285 points. Course Designer: Bill Marrs

Bill Marrs designed this stage. Anonymous Geek-Blog handle: Barsoom (for reasons which should be obvious who ever read the "John Carter of Mars" novels of Edgar Rice Boroughs ... yes, the same EE Boroughs who wrote the TARZAN series of books. But I digress.)

I never liked the man. He has this EEEVIL streak in him, and once again his stage rose up and bit me in the buttocks.

Okay, so I do like Bill. It's just that I can't shoot a stage designed by him without driving home sitting on one ham.

This one was no different.

Starting out sitting in a "Limo", there is one IPSC target (Hardcover on both sides, naturally, at 50 feet distance) and an 8" plate below it, which can ONLY be engaged by leaning far out of the window of the "Limo". Wouldn't you know it, when/if you hit the plate, it pops up a target.

Wouldn't you know it, the target is a No-shoot. I don't have the numbers to tell you how many people were fooled by this little Barsoom-gambit. I don't think many were sucked into shooting the no-shoot. Still, it gives you a creepy feeling to hit a plate and pop up a no-shoot. From that point on, you just KNOW that the stage designer has been plotting for months to screw you over.
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(John Weil, "Big Dog", is shown here engaging targets through the window of the 'Limo'. Click on the picture to see a hi-res version which actually shows the targets very well.)

Ha ha, Barsoom ... I didn't shoot the No-Shoot! (Well, I may have shot AT it, but if I did, I missed it. Did I mention it was a long distance from the awkward shooting position in the Limo?)

After you shoot (or don't) those targets, there are a lot of other targets you can shoot from that awkward position. However, if you merely climb OUT of the Limo, you find that you can get a lot closer to the targets and shoot them in a more comfortable position. Just another way that Barsoom provides entertainment to the spectators, as they watch you (the shooter) hanging half out of a 'Limo' window to take long-distance shots at targets that would be easier engaged elsewhere.

As soon as you climb out of the 'Limo' ( a cramped, confined prop), you get to shoot four really close targets. This is where I got my single miss on this stage . . . it was one of four IPSC targets about four feet from the muzzle, and I got a Delta-Mike on it. Maybe I lost the dot in the sun, maybe I was a little excited.

There were plenty of targets to run past.
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The shooter is Luke Britain, in a typical pose where he is grabbing another magazine. Luke showed up with only six 10-round magazines, and ran out of ammunition on at least two stages. He's a good shooter, but when the round-count on a stage is way above the 50-round mark and you have a series of 8-round (minimum) target arrays, and some of those targets are awfully small and awfully far away, it's obvious in retrospect that you need to be packing serious bullet-weight on your belt to get through these high-round-count stages.l

Luke will be back next year, with several more magazines. Luke was talking to me on the last stage (see below) about the Croc Match. He said: "People have been telling me about the Croc Match. They say 'Oh, yeah, the CROC MATCH! I'm going to be there for sure!' I never understood what they were talking about until now. Sure, I wish I had had more magazines, but I don't really care. It's a fun match, you can shoot until you run out of ammunition, and I've never SEEN so many targets all together in one stage before."


Well, actually, you didn't really run past the targets so much as run past the very narrow window through where you could engage them . . . bounded by vision barriers which were built of snow-fencing. They wouldn't let you engage them from close distances, but you could still see them sitting there, mocking you through the snow fencing, which was declared hard-cover/impermeable. We have a technical term for this shooting situation. We call it "Nanny Nanny Boo-Boo, you've just screwed yourself!"
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Big Dog has The Perfect Squelch . . . on the back of his shirt.





Stage 8 (The Croc Bay) Graffiti Bridge

54 rounds, 24 IPSC, 6 plates ... 270 points. Course Designer: Trevor Ott

Now, I use to like Trevor. He's a young man, a school teacher (we should honor our teachers), and I don't at all mind that he's a sandbagging son-of-a-gun because as soon as he starts winning in a class . . . he changes division. Always looking for the challenge, Our Trevor, and he certainly presents a challenge on this stage.

This stage was sited katty-wampus on an L-shaped bay. There was a 'bridge' that defined the 180-line, which was actually at a forty-five degree angle to what you might usually consider the perpendicular to the A-line of the bay. The result was an Oregon Vortex, where each shooter experienced more or less confusion about just where he or she was, depending upon how locked in they were mentally to the conventional way of thinking.

I'm a little un-locked, so this was my best stage of the match.


There were two four-target arrays on either side of the Bridge, and you could start on either side. After dumping the 16-rounds (or more) on the relatively close targets, you get to step UP onto the Bridge and walk its parlous planks as you engaged to more close-range 8-round arrays of IPSC targets, and also a 6-plate rack sitting much farther away. It was a classic stage of speed up / slow down / speed up again. Competitors who got carried away on the speed-up portions of the stage couldn't slow down for the more difficult plate targets. Those who got too deeply into the slow-down plates, didn't speed up again for the hoser-arrays (the other two 4-IPSC-target arrays on the other side.)

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Andrew Wesley Drew Jacobson, a local Junior, engages mixed IPSC targets from The Bridge.

In this stage, experience counts. Knowing when to minimize your losses counts. Being able to hose the close targets, and still be an accurate shooter when engaging the plate rack in the middle of the stage . . . was critical.

What a RUSH!

The whole darned match was just one gigantic extended adrenallin rush after another, and after two days pushing the Hormone Hosermatch the was nobody who didn't want to do the whole thing over, and nobody had the energy left to actually shoot another stage.

Well, maybe SOMEBODY did, but certainly none of them were Super Seniors!

UPDATE:
December 8, 2005


Photos and Videos (!) from this match are now available at Jerry the Geek's Shooting Gallery.

Day of the Evil Drawstring - Part II

The other day (July 31) I wrote about a reported incident wherein a Marion County Sheriff's Deputy suffered a wound due to a "self-inflicted shooting".

I put the term in quotes, not because I doubt the wound was self-inflicted but because I don't know what else to call it. Accidental, certainly. I use the term "self-inflicted shooting" rather than "accidental" to emphasize that there is no question that no other persons were involved.

This weekend I received a note from Deputy Stephen Cooper, the officer involved, expanding on the description of the incident. I was impressed by the unselfconscious explanation he provided, and I'm a little (well, more than a little) chagrined about referring to the original description as a Rube Goldbergian event. It was, in one sense, but I regret the clear suggestion that the accounting he originally offered was any less than the full unvarnished truth.

This only goes to show that it is far too easy to make judgment when you only hear (or, in this case, read) one side of the story. And I was too ready to make light of the incident, which was unconscionable of me.

The note was in the form of a comment to the original post,

Please use the link to read Deputy Cooper's note. I hope you come away, as I did, with the impression of a long-suffering LEO who has taken so much crap from his brother officers that he can respond to the facetious criticism of a know-nothing blogger with class and humor.

As for you, Deputy Cooper, if you ever find yourself with a free weekend, I hope you'll wander by one of the IPSC matches at Tri-County Gun Club (Sherwood, 3rd Sunday of every month), Chahalem Valley Shooters Club (Dundee, 4th Saturday of every month) or Albany Rifle and Pistol Club (Exit 228 from I-5, south of Albany, 2nd Saturday of every month). Ask anybody there where you can find Jerry the Geek. If you make yourself known to me, I will be grateful for the opportunity to apologize to you in person, in public, and in full sincerity.

Nobody there will bat an eye at your painful tale. We see Accidental Discharges several times a year at IPSC matches. It's just that we always take off our coats and sweatshirts before we holster a gun. It's a luxury which you can't afford.

PS: in the event that you are unable or unwilling to attend, I hope you willsend me an email address where I can, at least, offer you a private apology for ever having doubted you.

Any man who can stand up and say "This is what happened, it doesn't bother me that you're being a dork about it" just naturally deserves to be taken at face value.
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UPDATE: 13-JUL-2008
This article contains broken links. For the complete story, see "Day of the Evil Drawstring - Part III".

We interrupt this broadcast to bring you this important bulletin

The Intellectual Activist

Our friend, The Hobo Brasser, sent me a copy of this article today. I thought it important enough to bring it to your attention, and also to give the author recognition by providing a link to the original article rather than to quote it entirely.

The Hobo had cleaned up the "FWD: FWD: FWD ...." chain in the headers, but it seems to have made the rounds over the past four days.

Robert Traciniski wrote it for what appears to be a daily / monthly online opinion webmagazine. To be frank, it's one that I had never encountered before, and I am grateful for the introduction.

Here are a few snippets to pique your interest, but I do recommend that you go read the whole thing. It loads fast, it won't take long to read, but it does give an almost unique perspective on the "Unnatural Disaster" in New Orleans.


An Unnatural Disaster: A Hurricane Exposes the Man-Made Disaster of the Welfare State


It took four long days for state and federal officials to figure out how to deal with the disaster in New Orleans. I can't blame them, because it also took me four long days to figure out what was going on there. The reason is that the events there make no sense if you think that we are confronting a natural disaster.

If this is just a natural disaster, the response for public officials is obvious: you bring in food, water, and doctors; you send transportation to evacuate refugees to temporary shelters; you send engineers to stop the flooding and rebuild the city's infrastructure. For journalists, natural disasters also have a familiar pattern: the heroism of ordinary people pulling together to survive; the hard work and dedication of doctors, nurses, and rescue workers; the steps being taken to clean up and rebuild.

Public officials did not expect that the first thing they would have to do is to send thousands of armed troops in armored vehicle, as if they are suppressing an enemy insurgency. And journalists—myself included—did not expect that the story would not be about rain, wind, and flooding, but about rape, murder, and looting.

But this is not a natural disaster. It is a man-made disaster.

The man-made disaster is not an inadequate or incompetent response by federal relief agencies, and it was not directly caused by Hurricane Katrina. This is where just about every newspaper and television channel has gotten the story wrong.

The man-made disaster we are now witnessing in New Orleans did not happen over four days last week. It happened over the past four decades. Hurricane Katrina merely exposed it to public view.

The man-made disaster is the welfare state.

. . .


What explains bands of thugs using a natural disaster as an excuse for an orgy of looting, armed robbery, and rape? What causes unruly mobs to storm the very buses that have arrived to evacuate them, causing the drivers to speed away, frightened for their lives? What causes people to attack the doctors trying to treat patients at the Superdome?

. . .


There were many decent, innocent people trapped in New Orleans when the deluge hit—but they were trapped alongside large numbers of people from two groups: criminals—and wards of the welfare state, people selected, over decades, for their lack of initiative and self-induced helplessness. The welfare wards were a mass of sheep—on whom the incompetent administration of New Orleans unleashed a pack of wolves.

. . .


But what about criminals and welfare parasites? Do they worry about saving their houses and property? They don't, because they don't own anything. Do they worry about what is going to happen to their businesses or how they are going to make a living? They never worried about those things before. Do they worry about crime and looting? But living off of stolen wealth is a way of life for them.

People living in piles of their own trash, while petulantly complaining that other people aren't doing enough to take care of them and then shooting at those who come to rescue them—this is not just a description of the chaos at the Superdome. It is a perfect summary of the 40-year history of the welfare state and its public housing projects.
. . .




I've stolen too much, and too shamelessly, from the eloquence of this excellent author. I won't try to gild the lily. Please click on the link at the top of the post, and read the whole thing.

Monday, September 05, 2005

2005 Croc Dundee Banzaii Ballistic Match

At last!

I don't know about you, but I've been waiting for months for the Croc Match.

If you're your familiar with the concept, this is an IPSC match featuring (this year) EIGHT stages with every stage requiring at least 50 rounds.

This year, the match was eight stages. Here's the line-up.

(NOTE: SWMBO spent the entire two days taking pictures. She took 692 photos, including the awards ceremony and a couple of dozen motion-picture videos. She got very tired of taking pictures and interviewing people, but this WILL result in a Front Sight article sometime in the intermediate future. We also have another half-gig of photos from Ron Downs, whose pix may be featured in the article or in future Blog entries. Unless you see the photo credit for Ron ... and thanx for sharing those photos, Ron .... all photo credit is SWMBO.)

Stage 1 (Bay 1) Eye of the Tiger


56 rounds, 25 IPSC, 2 USP, 2 plates ... 280 points. Course Designer: Paul Meier

Shoot 'em on the left, shoot 'em on the right, repeat.
Climb a ramp, shoot the eyes out of the tiger (8" steel plates), shoot the US Poppers (bounded by no-shoots) which activate two swingers.

Our squad (Squad 1) started on this stage on Day 1 of 2. It was a hoser stage, until you started shooting at the Eye of the Tiger. Then ... you had better slow down and get your hits, Bubba, 'cause the Tiger will eat you up if you miss!

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This is Norm the Ungrateful, eying The Tiger back. He smoked the stage and bit the tiger's tail.

Stage 2 (Bay 2) Rock Around The Croc

56 rounds, 26 IPSC, 4 USP ... 280 points. Course Designer: Mike McCarter

Start holding a metal plate on top of head with both hands, drop the plate into the barrel and it starts two swinging targets. You pretty much HAD to start the stage from the downrange-most position possible, and work yourself back uprange engaging 8-round arrays on both sides of the bay as you went. As was the case with almost every stage, those who were limited to 10-round magazines immediately discovered that the best way to shoot the stage is . . . if you're moving, you had BETTER be reloading! Also as was the case with most stages, it's very difficult to fit this many targets into a single limited-sized bay without inadvertently building in "one-eighty traps". That is, between the need for awkward movement and the extreme angle of engagement, the competitor is required to be very aware of the '180 line'. As far as I know, of the 107 competitors at this (the biggest IPSC match in the PNW?), 7 of them were Match-Disqualified, and all of them for 'breaking the 180'.

Safety was the most important part of the match, of course, and the Range Officers (and the seven Squad Leaders) were specifically enjoined by Range Master Mike McCarter during the Shooter Meeting before the match started to "find for the competitor in questions of scoring, but all Safety Rules WILL be strictly enforced".

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The shooter here is Gary Fish, RO is Jerry the Geek. ARO is Charley McAlister, and the observer in the foreground is Area 1 Director Bruce Gary. (More about him later.)


Stage 3 (Bay 3) Over Under Sideways Down

48 rounds, 24 IPSC... 240 points. Course Designer: Barney Brooks

Shoot 'em on the left, shoot 'em on the right,move forward to the window on the left, kneel down to shoot through the low barrel, far right to shoot through the OTHER window, throw yourself down into a prone position to shoot through the low port.

Here Rick Aragon (sporting his sporty Single Stack Match T-shirt) completes the stage under the watchful of RM and RO Mike McCarter.

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Stage 4 (Jungle Run) Soda Shop Boogie

50 rounds, 25 IPSC... 250 points. Course Designer: Lorin & Sherri Orpwood

Shhhhh! It's a Surprise Stage!
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But I can let you in on this much ...
Be vewy vewy quiet. We are hunting Cardboard.


Stage 5 (Bay 4) :The Doors"

62 rounds, 30 IPSC, 2PP ... 310 points. Course Designer: Marty Lee

Marty is such a quiet, unassuming and friendly guy. You would never guess that he has such a mean streak.
This is the highest round-count stage in the match, the most confusing, and features the most bizarre props.

When you hit the Pepper Poppers at the extreme left or right side of the back of the stage, it opens doors (window, actually) which allow you views of another 8-round array, and close off the view of the 9-round array you have just engaged.



The odd thing is, there's still plenty of room to engage the arrays whether the doors are 'open' or 'closed', because the doors (12" x 16" plywood panels) don't fill the windows (16" x 16" holes in the vision barrier". Why should you worry about the doors? Nobody knows, but almost EVERYBODY allowed themselves to be sucked into the mind-vortex of "following directions".

Me too!
I guess this was just one more example of the many ways in which the Croc Dundee cheerfully play with your mind.
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As if that wasn't bad enough, it obfuscated the REAL challenge ... engaging three reclining targets behind barrels on the left side of the stage, which just SCREAMED for you to move&shoot fast.
Unfortunately, it was all too easy to break the 180 while screaming past this earlier barrel-hidden array. Of the 7 DQ's for 180 violations, three of them were in this exact spot!
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Gotcha!

This was the last stage that Squad 1 shot on Saturday. I have to tell you, AD1 (Bruce Gary) was the RO when I shot the stage, and he came within a hairs breadth of DQing me for breaking the 180 on that barrel-array. In fact, he actually shouted "STOP!" . . . but I didn't hear him. After I broke for the back wall, he took a close second look at the array, my shooting position (clearly marked by the skid-marks in the gravel surface of the bay, I assume), and decided that although I had come very very close to breaking the 180, I actually engaged the targets within the mandated bounds of safety.

Well, I thought so at the time, but when somebody asked me "where were you when you shot at this target?" I couldn't honestly answer. I was so wrapped up in implementing the best solution to the shooting problem, I was running on auto-pilot and only ASSUMED that I was in a safe position to engage the targets.

It didn't make all THAT much of a difference, as far as my score for that stage was concerned: I had completely blown-by one of the targets, which earned me one procedural penalty and two misses. And I had got Alpha/Mike (or more often Charley/Mike) scores on four other targets, giving me a total of six mikes plus the procedural for a total of eighty points DOWN on a single stage . . . and I still was far from zeroing the stage. That's one good reason for loving a 310-point stage. It's really difficult to zero it unless you do very badly.

Bruce and I spent a lot of time discussing my shoddy performance on that stage, especially (a) whether I realized I was so close to breaking the 180 line (I didn't), and (b) whether he would have actually DQ'd me if I had stopped when he so commanded me to. We never got around to (c) whether I was DQ's even though I failed to stop, or should be DQ'd for not stopping when he gave the command (even though I didn't hear it) just on general principles.

This should be grist for a lot of future discussions, but for now I'm just grateful that I was ultimately judged 'legal' by sufficient margin to be allowed to continue competing on Day 2.

That's all the overview for the first day. Tomorrow, I'll describe the other three stages we so happily endured.

BTW: The match results are not yet available on-line. When they become available, I'll let you know here.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Front Sight - 2005 - September/October

The Columbia Cascade Section (CCS) has the honor and the privilege to be prominently featured in the latest (as of September 1, 2005) edition of the USPSA 'house organ', "The Front Sight".

Starting with the cover, which displays CCS Section Coordinator at the Area 1 match, including page 45, with CCS member Harold the Barbarian, and including articles about the nth annual Single Stack Championship and the CCS Junior Program, this issue is jam-packed with illustrations of the many ways in which CCS is leading the region in progressive programs and reporting.

Speaking of illustrations (and getting to the reason for this post), most of the photos are rendered in monochrome rather than in color. This is a darned shame, as they look much better when there's color in 'em.

In a vain attempt to correct this situation, I want to make these same photos available in their original colorful glory.

Here's the first offering: Tom Angel shooting the Donut. See Front Sight page 57.

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(All pictures can be seen in hi-res. Just click on the pic.)

Here's Brent on the same stage (Page 58)
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Mikey, in his 'Mac' persona (Page 60)
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Also on page 60, Rick Calli trying to get it together for the double-star stage.
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The Juniors are featured on page 61.

And of course you have the URL for Harold the Barbarian. But just in case you don't want to type the URL, here's the link.

HR1423 Childproof Handgun Act of 2005

I want to draw your attention to a bill introduced in the House on March 17, 2005.

This bill would make it a felony to manufacture, sell, transfer or deliver any handgun which cannot be "personalized".

Huh? You mean it has custom stocks?

No, silly. "Personalized" means that it can't be fired by anyone but the owner or other authorized person.

In general, it's an amendment to Section 922 of Section 18 of the United States Code.

Here's the money quote:

    (b) Personalized Defined- Section 921(a) of such title is amended by adding at the end the following:
    `(36) The term `personalized' means, with respect to a handgun, that integral to the handgun is a device or feature that--
      `(A) allows the handgun to be fired only by a particular individual;
      `(B) is not capable of being readily deactivated; and
      `(C) may allow the handgun to be personalized to 1 or more additional individuals.'.
    (c) Penalty- Section 924(a) of such title is amended by adding at the end the following:
    `(8) Whoever knowingly violates section 922(z) shall be fined not more than $500,000, imprisoned not more than 18 months, or both. The fine otherwise applicable under section 3571 shall not apply to an offense under section 922(z).'.
You can read the full text of the House bill here.

There's one iota of common sense in the bill. It directs the Comptroller General of the United States to conduct a study to determine whether it is technically possible commercially feasible to create such a handgun within 5 years after enactment of the bill. The study will consider:

    (c) Commercial Feasibility- In determining whether the technology involved in personalizing firearms is commercially feasible, the Comptroller General shall consider the following factors:
      (1) The reliability of the technology utilized in personalized firearms.
      (2) The difference between the manufacturer's suggested retail price for personalized firearms and the manufacturer's suggested retail price for equivalent firearms that are not personalized.
      (3) Such other criteria as the Comptroller General deems appropriate.

Two thoughts, and no more:
  1. This bill would require extensive and expensive modifications to millions of handguns already in the hands of private citizens.
  2. The penalty of a half-million dollars and 18 months in the pokey seems excessive, in a bill which fails to include a 'grandfather' clause.
This bill has been on the books for almost six months, and it isn't going anywhere. Chances are it never WILL 'go anywhere', because it's a piece of work which appeals only to low-life incompetents who get themselves elected to the U.S. Legislature for personal reasons entirely unrelated to the desire to provide intelligent leadership.

The reason this bill is featured here is to acquaint you with the people responsible for this boondogle . . and boondogle it is, as those of us who keep track of the technology know that such a criteria could never pass any reasonable test.

(This technological criteria ignores the fact that many of us who own firearms store them safely in a household containing children, and have done so for years, because we make the children safe, not the firearms.)

Here are the sponsors:

Mr. PASCRELL (for himself, [D-NJ]
Mrs. MCCARTHY, [D-NY]
Mr. KENNEDY of Rhode Island, [D-RI]
Mr. WEINER, [D-NY]
Mr. DELAHUNT, [D-MA]
Mr. PAYNE, [D-NJ]
Mrs. MALONEY, [D-NY]
Mr. CAPUANO, [D-MA]
and Ms. SCHAKOWSKY) [D-IL]

These are the 'hopefuls', those who 'hope' that technology will rescue them from the Evil Gun.

I am shocked . . . SHOCKED . . . to learn that all of the sponsors of this bill are DemocRats from the New England States, with the sole exception of a DemocRat from Illinois.

Who knew that these people were a bunch of agenda-driven, know-nothing elitists? I certainly didn't.

If you look at the links, clicking on their name takes you to their House website. Clicking on the party-state takes you to snailmail contact information.

What you do with this information is up to you. Personally, if I lived on the North-Eastern Seaboard or Illinois I would be writing to these reps and trying to clue them into the fact that Technology and Gun Control doesn't save us from "Hand Gun Violence". There are a lot of other, much more difficult measures which can be taken (control of gangs, encouraging the maintenance of 'nuclear families' with two parents present, elimination of the Welfare Bonus for single moms, etc etc etc) and they may help reduce the HUMAN tendency to violence.

(Technical measures to offset human tendencies rarely work, if ever.)

Actually, if I lived on the North-Eastern Seaboard or Illinois, I would probably be scrambling to move to another climate; one which is represented more ably in Congress.

Oregon isn't perfect, but at least these idiots don't live there.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

ATF, Virginia Police Accused of 'Persecuting' Gun Shows -- 08/23/2005

ATF, Virginia Police Accused of 'Persecuting' Gun Shows -- 08/23/2005


Welcome to Virginia. "Sic Semper Tyrannis" ("Thus Always to Tyrants")



According to the cited article, Tyrants run rampant in Virginia. Consider the charges:

  • At a recent gun show in Richmond, Virginia, ATF planted "at least 30 agents" in the immediate vicinity of the entrance to the show.
  • An ATF spokesman defended their action by stating that this was "same amount of force that we've used in all the shows." (Question: does the ATF typically post 30 agents at ALL gun shows? Who pays for this, and what is their purpose?)
  • Also present were " . . . nearly 500 Virginia State Police, Henrico County Police and Richmond City Police officers . . ." (Are they sure this is enough to do the job? What is 'the job'?)
  • The Gun Show sponsor ". . . said four marked police cars were stationed at the main entrance to the raceway parking lot and more than 50 marked and unlabeled but obvious law enforcement vehicles were positioned just outside the public entrance to the building." The officers' presence, the sponsor said, was intended to intimidate her customers. (Or to prevent littering, or a terrorist attack, or ... who knows why?)
  • . . . ATF Resident Agent in Charge Brian Swann told (the sponsor) that . . . (t)he only difference in (this) case . . . was that the command post was established at the site of her gun show.
  • "Virginia State Police (VSP) spokeswoman Corinne Geller told Cybercast News Service that her agency does participate in a task force with ATF and other Virginia law enforcement agencies. As part of the agreement that created the task force, Geller said, VSP agreed to refer questions regarding its operations to ATF." (emphasis added)
  • A Henrico County Police spokesmen acknowledged the participation of their officers, but refused to cite the numbers.
  • A Richmond City Police spokesperson stated that "... the gun show was not in our jurisdiction, so I have no record of our officers' participation." (Question: since the gun show sponsor typically hires Richmond City Police as security officers at these recurring gun shows, were the OTHER Richmond City Police officers hired during off-duty hours by the ATF? Who paid for their time?)
  • Philip Van Cleave, president of the Virginia Citizens Defense League, told Cybercast News Service that he has received numerous complaints alleging that as handgun buyers were waiting for their National Instant Check System (NICS) background investigations to be completed, ATF was secretly conducting the so-called "residency checks."

    According to the complaints he received, Van Cleave said officers were dispatched to the homes of the prospective gun buyers to speak with family members, asking for example: "Gee, did you know your husband was going to a gun show today? Do you have his cell phone number? Did you know he was buying a gun?

    "If people weren't home they, in some cases, went to neighbors" to ask the same questions, Van Cleave said.
  • (The sponsor) . . . and her attorneys were in Washington, D.C., Aug. 15 to meet with ATF officials and seek an explanation for what happened over the weekend. After talking with several people in the ATF headquarters, (The sponsor) said she finally spoke with a supervisor, whom she would not identify, who assured her that ATF "is out of the residency check business, effective immediately."

  • I'm not going to beat this one to death, but it sounds as if this article describes a massive, uninvited (by any of the participants) and highly visible Police presence at a gun show for reasons which have not been satisfactorily explained. The article cites at least one attempt at intimidation of an attendee by what appeared to be a Federal agent. As a consequence of this show of force, the sponsor of the gun show lost money both by a reduced attendance (due to the intimidation?) and in subsequent expenses necessary to formally protest this police presence in post-show response.

    Although I'm going to let you draw your own conclusions, allow me to describe a real-life scenario illustrative of the effects of significant police presence at a place of business:

    Two weeks ago, I went to a "Sportsman's Warehouse" in Salem, Oregon, to buy some shotgun ammunition. As I pulled into the parking lot of the mall, I saw a police cruiser with its lights flashing; a four-wheel ATV with "SHERIFF" painted on it; a recreational vehicle (small motor home) with "Marion County Sheriff Department" emblazoned on its side, and a half-dozen uniformed Sheriff's deputies. All were surrounded by yellow ribbons proclaiming "Crime Scene: Do Not Enter". The Sheriff's deputies were outside this cordon, near the entrance to the store, and were seen to be talking to individual civilians.

    I parked (not too near the cordon) and watched them for several minutes. My first impression was that this WAS a crime scene, and that the county sheriff had moved personnel and equipment to support an investigation. Was it a bomb threat? Were terrorists involved? Had someone been murdered? Any plausible explanation for the presence of all this equipment and personnel raced through my mind, and I was loath to get out of the car, let alone approach the scene.

    After I had watched for a couple of minutes, I realized that there was no sense of urgency in the people involved. When I did leave my car and approach the store, I saw that this was some sort of "Support Your Local Sheriff" campaign, and there was actually no danger involved.

    People were entering and leaving the store at will, and the deputies were handing out brochures to the civilians as they moved about.

    My experience happened the weekend BEFORE the incident at Richmond, but I can attest to the intimidation factor of a conspicuous police presence. And these guys were all very friendly; not at all like the ATF people at Richmond.

    In my personal opinion, the Richmond incident sounds very much as it was originally portrayed by the Gun Show sponsor ... an attempt (and a successful one, by all accounts!) on the part of a governmental Law Enforcement Agency to intimidate the prospective attendees of a legal gun show, for no better purpose than to discourage attendance.

    I don't know what laws were broken, or how much it cost the independent sponsor. You do the math. But what I DO know is that the display of Police Power is likely to have been very successful in the supposed goal to make gun shows fiscally infeasible.

    It's not enough to pass laws against abuse of police powers, or even a constitutional amendment. In order to prevent the continuance of this kind of unlawful activity, our government needs to provide some sort of oversight which will punish its authors and disallow further such displays.

    After all, isn't this sort of overwhelming governmental intrusion into lawful commerce the very model of Tyranny?

    Monday, August 29, 2005

    Turks & Jerks

    An article last week at TURKS.US reported that Australia is more than willing to follow England's lead in ejecting Muslims who preach Jehad.

    Unlike Senator Lautenberg's pusilanimous attempts to violate the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, this IS a 'common sense' approach to negating at least one root-cause of violence.

    Here is the money-quote:

    A day after a special meeting between Australian Prime Minister John Howard and Muslim leaders, Muslims who do not respect secularism and law were told Wednesday, August 24, to leave the country.

    "If those are not your values, if you want a country which has Shari`ah law or a theocratic state, then Australia is not for you," Treasurer Peter Costello, seen as heir apparent to Howard, said on national television.
    Well, heck. I think he oughta run for U.S. president in Ought-Eight. He has as good a chance as Arnold, and a lot more credibility.

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    In other news, a few months ago when Pat Tillman's death was still fresh news, I wrote that he was killed by "Friendly Fire" in a "Blue-On-Blue" encounter.

    Now Southern Mississippi's Sun Herald is running an Associated Press article which seems to confirm it.

    Because the Sun Herald website specifically states (on Wednesday, August 24, 2005) that this article will be available for only a 'short time', I'll provide both the link to the story and the full text.

    Tillman case reviewed


    THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

    The Pentagon's inspector general is reviewing the Army's probe into the friendly fire death of former pro football player Pat Tillman, a spokesman said.

    "The other investigations were frauds," Tillman's father, Patrick Tillman, told the San Francisco Chronicle.

    "People above should have been punished," added Mary Tillman, referring to her son's commanding officers.

    Tillman, who played for the Arizona Cardinals, left football after the attacks of Sept. 11, 2001, to join the Army with his brother.

    After a tour in Iraq, they were sent to Afghanistan in 2004 to help hunt for the Taliban and Osama bin Laden.

    On April 22, 2004, Tillman was killed by gunfire from his fellow soldiers, who mistook him for the enemy as he got into position to defend them, military officials have said. After the reports of his death, the military for weeks did not dispute the widespread belief he was killed by enemy fire.

    The Army announced later that Tillman likely died because of friendly fire.

    His family has been highly critical of the military's handling of his death.

    The Defense Department has already completed an investigation into Tillman's death that was aimed at concerns raised about whether the Army held back information, but its findings weren't made public.

    The Army has previously said it should have better handled the information on Tillman's death, but denied it.

    The link to my earlier post is not immediately available, but it's not the point. The point is that the army first reported that he had been killed by enemy fire, but after a period of investigation realized that he had in fact been fired upon, and killed by, American troops.

    I assure you that I didn't immediately, in the confusion which reigned after the untimely death of Tillman, intuit that the Army's original explanation was in error. I read it in the newspapers, sometime in May.

    I submit that the U.S. Army made a mistake in their initial announcement, and corrected it as soon as it was obvious that an American bullet had killed Tillman. It happens more frequently than we would wish, it's difficult to distinguish friend from foe when the bullets are flying from all directions. I recall mentioning "the fog of war" in my earlier post, and this not only applies to the immediate consequences ("Blue on Blue", meaning 'friendly fire') but also in the after-action reports. These are the documents describing the moment-by-moment events of a battle, and they are notoriously authored by people who were experiencing both an adrenallin rush and the after-effects of confusion and fear of being killed. They're good for understanding the first impressions, but not notable for having ALL of the information necessary to understand what was REALLY happening. The people who write After Action Reports don't necessarily have all of the information which would provide them the perspective necessary to tell what REALLY happened.


    Thus it was, I am reasonably certain, in the Pat Tillman situation. They didn't even know he had been hit until after the battle was over(which is not unusual in combat).

    Now, though, he family of Pat Tillman is looking at the earliest reports, comparing them to the latest analysis of the action, and the see the natural discrepancies as 'a lie' on the part of the authorities.

    I'm sure the authorities, whomever they are, didn't have a clear picture of the action at the earliest moment and were all too ready to accept the common supposition that Tillman was killed by enemy fire. Certainly, if there was any doubt, they would have preferred to avoid any suggestion that Tillman's friends and fellow soldiers were directly responsible for his death. This would certainly not have provided any comfort to his family.

    It wasn't until they were certain that Tillman was fired upon by American troops that they admitted that, yes, it seemed most likely that he was the victim of 'friendly fire'. A reasonable enough mistake, and an understandable one given their reluctance to visit even more pain upon the family.

    Now, several months later and now that we know what is most likely the truth about the event, the family isn't focusing on the pain of their loss. They're not angry at Tillman's fellow soldiers who, in the heat of battle, engaged what they wrongly perceived to be a source of enemy fire and consequently killed their loved one.

    Instead, they are attacking the army which Pat Tillman joined in an effort to 'make a difference' and defend his country.

    Tillman's father considers the early reports to be "frauds" rather than honest mistakes. His mother asserts that "People above should have been punished."

    We are left with an understanding, however second-hand, of their sense of loss. But we may not necessarily agree with the motivation they ascribe to the Army spokesmen who initially attributed directly to enemy action. (And wasn't it ultimatly 'enemy action' which forced the firefight which killed him?)

    Perhaps it's the times, the month in which Cindy Sheehan has chosen to present an interminable tirade against George Bush and the consequences of his executive decision. We are left with the still small voice suggesting that families of fallen soldiers may be inclined to milk the incident of the death of their loved one for personal or political gain.

    I may be too jaded to assume that the Tillmans are making a great media play for the sole reason of attempting to learn the truth of the death of their son . . . can it get any worse than the Army has already admitted it to be? But if not that, why then are they determined to prolong their personal agony, rather than stiving to accept that Pat Tillman was in the Army because he thought that was where he should be, and that he had already accepted that he could be killed in his endeavor? Wasn't it his choice? Do they do him honor by attacking the decisions he made, simply because they led to tragedy?

    I don't know. There is too much Cindy Sheehanism in the world for us to sit back and explore the events in the context of their hapening. Instead, we witness families torn apart less by their loss than by their interpretations of the effects of their loss.

    I grieve for my country, and for the people who have lost so much but just can't seem to be able to accept the decisions of their sons.

    Was it always like this?