Archive for March, 2007

posted by Caleb on Mar 27

It seems I’m in a rather foul mood today, hence all the ranting about things. I do apologize.

“Scumbags” was a generic term my father used during his law enforcement career as a general catch-all for almost any criminal. I used it as well during my Coast Guard years quite often. I was reading Pissed Off Housewife’s blog, and this post caught my attention once again riling up my negative feelings for the ultimate class of scumbags, pedophiles.

I’ve got some experience with scumbags of that nature (no, I’m not an abuse victim) and I can’t even begin to express the sort of rage and hate that I feel for them. Pedophiles are the one class of criminal for which I’m willing to toss out the entire judicial code and the concept of due process, and institute a much more “John Wayne” due process, as explained in The Green Berets. “Out here, due process is a bullet.”

I have felt, and continue to feel that if you are caught sexually abusing a child, any child, that you should be made to suffer the most horrible punishments that the most depraved minds can think of. A bullet, a rope, being stampeded by a herd of cattle seems to be too quick and efficient for pedophiles.

If you really want to burn my crust, get someone to compare pedophilia to homosexuality, as if there’s no difference between fucking an 8 year old boy who doesn’t know what’s going on, and two consenting adults fucking. (Protip: there is a big difference).

I understand that there is an entire world of sickos out there, who think that it’s okay to ruin the lives of little kids in the name of their own sexual pleasure. It disgusts me, because like most non-depraved humans, I view children as something that needs to be protected and sheltered. These bastards of course view their “love” of children as perfectly natural, and try to use that to justify the horrible things they do.

I might alienate some of my readers with this rant (and I do apologize for the language), however it is quite honestly how I feel. If I could, I would quite simply have them all killed. First offense. “Oh, but what about reforming and therapy?” Not for these guys. “What about mercy?” Not for these guys.

posted by Caleb on Mar 27

Sebastian has a post up, which links to a post from Instapundit, which finally links here. Go ahead and click the link, but if you’re like me you’ll end up angry in about 33.2 seconds. The short version is that the female author of the blog has been receiving death threats and graphic photoshopped images of her in sexual, abusive, and/or mutilated positions. Okay, so she’s pissed some people off.

Sebastian makes the quite valid point that our corner of the blog world is probably less susceptible to that sort of jacktardery, due in no small part to the fact that if someone decided to break into my (or his, Bitter, Kim, LawDog, Tam, or any other gunblogger’s) house, they would most likely earn a bullet (or 5) for their trouble.

Now, despite the awful things said and posted about the author of the blog in question, the actions of the little scumbags that perpetrated this aren’t what really pissed me off. No, it was comments from the blog author herself, reproduced below for your reading pleasure.

I have cancelled all speaking engagements.

I am afraid to leave my yard.

I will never feel the same. I will never be the same.

Now, I can understand being afraid, that is a perfectly reasonable response to having people threaten you with rape, mutilation, and death. What I don’t understand is the cowering in fear part. She talks a lot about how the threat made by the disturbed people is what really does the damage, in that it makes her wonder how deranged they really are, and what they’re capable of. Wondering what they are capable of is what has now reduced the author to staying inside her house.

I have a cure for your fear, madam. It is called “action”. Take steps to protect yourself. Take steps to protect your family. The police cannot protect you 24/7, and will probably not be able to arrive in time to stop a violent crime. Purchase a firearm, and learn how to use it. By living in fear, you only grant additional power to those who make threats against you.

The best cure for fear is action. When it comes to protecting yourself, and protecting your family, the buck stops with you. It would be very difficult for someone to act on their disturbed fantasies about you with a pair of .357 holes in their boiler room.

You will continue to be fearful for only as long as you allow yourself to be consumed by your fear.

posted by Caleb on Mar 26

Chivalry was the word used to describe the code of conduct that once applied to mounted knights during medieval times. In modern times, it has come to represent courteous, gallant, or dignified behavior by a man towards a woman. A contemporary definition of a chivalrous man could be “a man who recognizes the inherent differences between men & women and acts in the most courteous and respectful manner possible towards a woman.” Of course, in our modern age, to suggest that a woman isn’t perfectly capable of doing anything a man can do will most certainly bring out the lynch mobs.

So what happened to chivalry? When did we as men stop opening doors, walking women home, or offering them our jackets? I don’t honestly know, but it is quite apparent that courteous behavior towards women by men is the exception, rather than rule. I have a theory as to what exactly went wrong.

A little backstory is necessary, though. This weekend, my wife and I went out with a few of our friends, and I as the sober driver had the fascinating opportunity to observe the actions of the male species as regarding the female species. As a general rule, males both sober and drunk would gravitate towards the “easy prey”, the more intoxicated a female grew, the more male attention she would receive. Of course, the intent of the males in this situation was not to safeguard the girls had made themselves vulnerable, but rather to take advantage of said vulnerabilities.

Men have an innate animal desire to protect women - it used to be necessary for the survival of the species. The average man is stronger, faster, and has better reflexes than the average woman, which makes him better suited to defend the women of the tribe/clan/village against predatory animals, rivals from other tribes, etc. Of course, as we’re no longer a tribal society, such physical protection is rarely a necessity.

However, as my history professor was fond of saying, nature is a bitch. In as much as we grown past the need to protect the women of the tribe, the male instinct to protect women has remained; however there seems to be less nurturing of that instinct by fathers. Without a guiding hand to develop the protective instinct in young men, it seems that it has turned into an almost predatory instinct. While men are still quite perfectly capable of recognizing weakness & vulnerability in women, it seems that now instead of acting to safeguard against it, they move to exploit the weaknesses.

Returning back to my weekend excursion, I was able to view this theory in action, repeatedly. As my female friends grew more intoxicated, the amount of young men attempting to “move in” increased. Fast forwarding to the end of the evening, one of our friends was intoxicated to the point of being debilitated, and generally couldn’t move under her own power without a steadying hand. I was able to observe a number of sober individuals attempt to separate our intoxicated friend from the company of my wife, ostensibly to “take care of her”. Why one individual man would think that he could do a better job of caring for a drunk woman than the three women and one man she was with is beyond me; yet I doubt that their motivations were at all altruistic.

We were able to conclude the exercise and place said debilitated friend in the car safely. I was happy about that, as once in the car I was able to retrieve my personal armaments, of which I had been deprived of for the course of the evening.

The other incident I’d like to relate had to do with a different friend, whom we’ll call Elena. Elena is engaged, and her fiance is a friend. He declined to join us that evening, I believe that he was not feeling up to the task of being surrounded by yelling drunks for 5 hours (I can’t say as I blame him). He and Elana live a scant five blocks from the bar district, which is easily withing walking distance. During the day. If you’re sober. Elena, who fancies herself something of a feminist, declared in her rather intoxicated state that she was “fine to walk home”. Four blocks. At 4am. While drunk.

As you no doubt guessed, I objected strongly to this course. Not because I don’t think that Elena is a tough, capable woman (which she is), but because letting a young lady who is engaged to friend walk home four blocks at 4am while is simply not something that you do. If a “friend” of mine allowed my wife to walk home in similar circumstances, he would not be my friend for much longer. I once received harsh words from my father for neglecting to open the door for Mrs. Ahab; the concept of letting someone walk home is simply foreign to me.

After some protestation, Elena accepted the hospitality of my vehicle and was transported without incident to her house. The two combined incidents have prompted a significant amount of thought on my part.

We need to get back to basics. There is nothing inherently wrong in acknowledging that women and men are different, that women sometimes need to be protected, and men were designed to do that job. There’s nothing sexist about realizing that a woman walking home while intoxicated is a more likely target for an assault than a man walking home alone from a bar. That’s just statistics.

So how do we fix this? We need to teach boys when they are boys how to grow up to be men. The excessive infantilization of young men and the extension of childhood into the early 20’s doesn’t benefit anyone, least of the “future leaders” of America. We have to reverse the politically correct trend of pretending that men and women are the same, because newsflash: We’re not.

posted by Caleb on Mar 24

Another beautiful day, and another fun trip to the range. Today’s trip was exceedingly educational, as I had several very interesting things happen, which of course I’ll share.

First off, if any of my readers are in the Indianapolis/Metro area and went shooting at the Eagle Creek Park pistol range today, you probably saw me. I’m hoping in two weeks time to have a “What Would John Wayne Do” custom T-shirt all made up and wear that.

Okay, but on to the fun stuff. Today’s haul consisted of my EAA Bounty Hunter .22 with both the Magnum and Long Rifle cylinders, my ‘58 Remington cartridge conversion, and my trusty sidekick the Walther P22.

First up was the Remington, I had some Ultramax 200 grain loads and a box of 20 Hornady 255 grain rounds. I learned two things. The Remington doesn’t really like a 200 grain bullet, and the Hornady is loaded a bit hotter than the Ultramax or the Magtech I’ve got. It also shoots the Hornady rounds into even tighter groups than I’ve seen before. I took the opportunity to shoot it off the bench at 25 yards, and five shots landed one ragged hole in the paper. I was quite happy with that.

So, I shot through the .45 Colt ammo and switched to the Bounty Hunter. I was using the magnum cylinder first, and wanted to do some serious work with the pistol. I had always just sort of dinked around with the .22 Magnum, but today I wanted to do some real work with it, and see just how accurate it could be.

Here’s the answer.

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The shots at 6 o’clock were the sighters at 15 yards to see where it would print. The next twelve are right on the money. Once again I find myself needed to declare my undying love for the .22 WMR.

So, after I shot up all my .22 WMR ammo, I switched to the .22 LR cylinder and tried some of the Aguila Sniper Sub Sonic or SniperSubSonic if you prefer. My Walther has always liked those, and out of it I’d not encountered the tumbling that often occurs in rifles.

The EAA could have liked them better, they didn’t exactly group well (not like the Winchester 40 grain SJHPs above), but hey, they didn’t tumble. Out of the revolver, the report was a mild “pop”. The next time that cat of the neighbor’s starts yowling under my window at 0300……you get the idea.

Finally, I opened up the case and pulled out the Walther P22. I’ve fired over 1000 rounds through this without a single FTF…until today. I had three in one magazine, and of CCI Stingers at that. After some inspection of pistol and ammo, I was able to conclude that this specific box of Stingers was extremely waxy, and that there were excessive amounts of lube on each bullet. Out of 50 rounds I had three or four misfires, which isn’t too bad - the other box of Stingers I had ran just fine.

All in all, it was a great day to go play outside with guns.

posted by Caleb on Mar 23

I like reading comics on the web, the amount of creativity that you’ll find is rather pleasant. I haven’t really read newspaper comics since Bill Watterson stopped writing Calvin & Hobbes, but there are quite a few webcomics that I read on a regular basis.

One of those is called Way Too Random, it’s written by a friend and fellow veteran (although she’s from the Army), and is quite funny. You should go check it out.

posted by Caleb on Mar 23

I am a product of the “internet generation” or the “technological revolution”, or whatever the hell you want to call. Suffice to say, when I was a kid, “cell phones” were something that you carried in a bag; or were the size of a field radio. As I grew up, I literally watched computers get faster, phones get smaller and more powerful, etc.

A Blackberry can do things my first computer (a 386 IBM) couldn’t even have dreamed about doing. My cell phone is also an .mp3 player, my organizer, and a video game platform. Growing up in this time has definitely had an effect on the sort of guns that I enjoy as well.

While my first love has been (and should continue to be) revolvers of all shapes and sizes, my techno-lust finds its voice in my gun hobby through mouseguns. Just as the smallest cell phone is the coolest, so is a tiny pocket rocket pistol, hence my love of mouseguns. Anything light, compact and full of neato technology to make it so automatically gets my attention.

Currently, I’m gathering the disposable income to buy one of these. When I think of tiny mouseguns that use lots of technology, the Smith & Wesson 351PD is about the top of the list. According to S&W’s website, it weighs in at a paltry 10.6 ounces, which is only 1 oz more than the NAA Black Widow revolver. The 2 inch Black Widow weighs in at 9.5 ounces, but it’s only a five shooter, and it’s single action. The S&W on the other hand is a seven shot revolver and is also double action.

It’s so cool it hurts. Obviously, I must have one to sate my craving. That’s my idea of a bar-b-que gun right there. “Oh, you have an ivory handled Colt Delta Elite? That’s great…my gun weighs less than your cell phone.”

posted by Caleb on Mar 23

Ah, Fridays. You know, I really do enjoy writing the Wisdom of the Duke feature. Today’s entry is about our favorite subject for flogging, politicians!


Cuthbert H. Humphrey, Governor of our territory, is a cull. Do you know what a cull is, ma’am? A cull is a specimen that is so worthless that you have to cut him out of the herd. Now if all the people in the world were put in one herd, Cuthbert is the one I would throw a rope at. - John Wayne, McClintock!


I love that quote, as it so adequately describes the vast majority of people that take up politics as a career. I personally find politics to be a distasteful, yet necessary pursuit for some people. It is unfortunate that many politicians have lost sight of the fact that their job is to serve the people, and they do so at the discretion of their constituency. Unfortunately, we are saddled with agenda-pushing blowhards on both sides of the aisle, men and women dedicated to expanding their power base and furthering their own agenda.

Certainly, there do exist politicians that remember why they were elected; it just seems to me that they are the exception rather than the rule.

posted by Caleb on Mar 22

To take an analogy from the gun world, if a person of average height is a full sized Glock 17, I would be a a Glock 19. I’m not a midget, but at 5′6 I don’t exactly loom over anyone (with the exception of midgets). This has over the course of my life lead to the expected jokes about compensation when made in light of my hobby. Additionally, my three brothers all clear six feet in height (where’s the love?), and my college friends were not ones to pull their punches. This resulted in me hearing literally every short joke you can possibly imagine (on that note, go ahead and post them in the comments).

While I generally take the short jokes and associated ribbing with a sense of humor, it has also led to some uncomfortable realities that I’ve had to face in light of my hobby and my desire to exercise the RKBA. The most inconvenient of those realities is that is quite difficult for me to conceal a full pistol or revolver without putting significant forethought into the process. While I can conceal full sized firearms such as my GP100, the process is neither elegant nor particularly effective especially during the summer months.

This has lead my down the road of smaller pistols, of which I have the options of the micro .45s, the micro 9mms, snub nosed revolvers, and then your host of “underpowered” cartridges that you normally find in smaller guns. I don’t particularly enjoy shooting micro .45s or 9mms, which would mean that I would never put the necessary range time into them that you need with an everyday carry gun. I do like snubnosed revolvers, but for some reason don’t own any. I used to have a nice SP101 with a 3 inch barrel, I have no idea why I got rid of that gun.

Right now, my EDC is a Walther P22, although when the situation allows I will carry the GP100. I detailed why I love the Walther in a previous post yet there is always a certain sense of “gee, I hope this bullet is big enough to do the job” whenever I pack the little gun. Of course, if Walther would just respond to my emails and chamber a P22 in .380, all my problems would be solved. I had one gun, a Llama .380 that looked like a mini 1911. That gun would have perfect, except it had all these sharp edges that could cut my hand up with the recoil, so that was out. I just couldn’t justify spending $150 bucks on a dehorning job for a $200 pistol.

Some of you might remember my gun snobbery experiment which resulted in me purchasing a Hi-Point C9. I will state the following one time. Despite my success in getting the Hi-Point to reliably feed 6 rounds of ammo every time, I am more comfortable carrying my P22, which has fired thousands of rounds without a jam than I am carrying that particular Hi-Point. Because of the amount of tinkering I had to do to get it to run, I am less than enthusiastic about it as a carry gun - although it does make for a fine way to shoot 9mm rounds.

Maybe I should just bite the bullet and buy another SP101, I know I’ll like that. My problem really boils down to the fact that I’m always a bit uneasy when I’m carrying anything other than a fullsized pistol. Of course, since I can’t strap on an M9 and go wandering around without attracting some undue attention, it seems that I’ll simply continue my search for the perfect carry gun.

posted by Caleb on Mar 22

I’m going to tease you with this entry, but we’ve worked out a format for the Mousegun postal matches; as soon as the weather turns I’m going to post announcements for the first one.

Stay turned, as updates are forthcoming.

posted by Caleb on Mar 21

Well, sort of. Despite his goofy earring (sorry, I had to) I feel like he’s spot on in his description of why he never fell in love with the .40 S&W. He also quite accurately mirrors my feelings on the subject, I don’t like the .40 S&W for about the same reasons.

Plus, I’d rather carry a wheelgun.

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