Posted with jest in mind… do not take too seriously.

Say Uncle can’t help but shiver in horror at the thought of somebody actually pimping up an AK. I know many proud owners of AR systems that cost more than an upper class third world home (with hot tub and walk-in closets) and have no trouble adding tons of their own overpriced bling all over their safe queens.

AKs are like plain girlfriends: They will always be there when you need them. Yes, many men will try and date the hot looking redhead that every guy is drooling after and spend countless monies for her upkeep, but eventually she will disappoint you and leave you to suffer at the worst possible moment… just like an AR.

And yes, AKs are robust compared to the skinny ARs and the recoil is greater. You need to be a stronger fella to hold on tight and control the love taps of an AK and its weight, but ARs have a funny thing: they start skinny but suddenly they get heavier and heavier with new gadgets to then shed them, lose the weight and later gain it back with “new and improved” stuff in a sort of Tactical Bulimia. AKs are hefty girls that won’t make much difference what kind of gadget you will throw on, they will still take you for a wild ride. And AKs are like Gretchen Wilson’s Redneck Woman: You shop for them at WalMart and they are still sexy. With ARs you have to spend Fifth Avenue type and still might not get what you want since they are so picky and delicate.

How much delicate? Go to a range and try to catch a rifle/carbine match  or practice whenever rain threatens. At the first sign of water in the atmosphere, AR owners run for cover as if their baby girls will rust or shrink. Yet AK owners will remain on the line knowing that their ugly sticks will perform flawlessly. Heck what other people call mud we call lubrication!

“But…but..but we can shoot 1/4 MOA at 200 yards with an AR and you can’t!” and that is absolutely true, but I really don’t care if you can precisely shoot the pulmonary semilunar valve of the heart from the other county with a round designed to stun hedgehogs, an AK will shoot within the general area of the heart and end the discussion since what it does not have in “precision” it makes up in a caliber that lets the individual know he’s been shot and that he should now lay down and stay down till Rapture comes.

And yes, the AR is a platform that is constantly advancing and coming up with new improvements. And the latest one is the Piston ARs which make them more effective and reliable… which we AK owners have known and shoot for 60 plus years. 😉

C’mon AR guys, drop the fancy girl and get yourselves a Dirty Woman in the form an AK.

PS: As I said earlier, this is all in jest. And my apologies to all the ladies that might find the comparison to rifles and different female genotypes somewhat disgusting and insulting, that was not my intention. I was just “insulting” ARs. 😉

“I don’t know how anyone of Hispanic heritage could be a Republican, okay. Do I need to say more?”

Nope, it is pretty clear you the kind of low-life “patron”  (Do use the Spanish meaning for this word) type of politician you are.
This picture immediately reminded me of another “patron”… damn they look like brothers of something!

Francisco Franco Bahamonde, Dictator of Spain. Another charming SOB.

And that is why I, of Hispanic origin is a Republican.

Patron: A master in ancient times who freed his slaves but retained some rights over him/her. The word is still used  as an augmented version of boss.

Probably I am the last idiot that has seen this, but I have to say I got caught unaware of this little Facebook thing (No, I did not read the terms of agreement when I signed up) but I am wondering if they even have an idea of how many shooters display their wares and activities via this system.

If they ever start deleting, they are gonna have a long job ahead.

PS: Would this be considered “/or Gore”?

The few unlucky people that have been instructed by me, receive several mantras and the first one is: The first casualty of carrying concealed is the Ego.  When you decide to have a gun with you and to travel outside your home, you will learn to endure the verbal “slings and arrows” and that they are not there to right wrongs, defend maidens’ honors soiled by a mouthy sailor or to stop any petty (or major) crime in progress that offends your sense of order in society. In most localities you are not allowed to defend property and I do not recall one state where you are allowed to pursue and use deadly force against anybody once the crime has ceased.

We have this case in Detroit where a home owner, Tigh Croff, arrived home to find it being broken into and now he is facing hard time for chasing down and killing one of the perps. It was the third time that his house had been broken in during the same week and I am guessing he was incensed like anybody else would be. But he had a gun and an unchecked ego:

“He turned around and looked dumb. He had that ‘mercy’ look,” Croff told police after the shooting, per Detroit Police Sgt. Gary Diaz. “I told him he was gonna die, and I shot him.”

Ego, just like alcohol, does not combine well with firearms. Words don’t hurt, gang rape in the local house of detention does.

Sign that is found at the Chappell Hill Bank in Texas.

According to their website their motto is “Modern Banking with Old Fashioned Courtesy.” Check the pics of the inside of the bank. Five gives you ten the cashier has a coach gun under the counter.

I wouldn’t mind having a branch here in Miami.

Seriously, if you haven’t shot one, stay away, they are seductive as hell.  We are talking Angelina Jolie in bouncing off a chain link fence or Gwyneth Paltrow being “unmummified” kind of seductive.

In the era of Wonder Plastic Pistols, there is something to be said for this crafted chunk of steel. The feel in your hand is that you will demand respect and you will get it. It is Old School-Been There-Done That feel that you get once you shot a couple of hundred rounds. The old “Making Rounds Count” takes on a new and important meaning since you can’t spray and pray out of the situation. Only hits count goes from a cute saying to a way of life. Even the most ferocious .45 caliber aficionado, the usual critic of any caliber “that does not begin with a 4” will bow his head to a .357 Magnum. It is the spatha of the post-Industrial Age.

I finally shot an IDPA match last Saturday with my trusty S&W Mod 65-2 (4″bbl) with 357 Magnum reloads instead of the .38 specials and by all the gods of burning sulfur, I loved it. I know that it is not the recommended thing to shoot in competition because of the recoil, but I don’t really give a darn anymore. It is a joy to see the Safety Officers being caught unaware and jumping just a little at the boom-noise, to see the dirt geyser erupting out of the berm and see the darn steels being knocked down with authority, not as a suggestion.  And I am not even loading the darn cartridges to max specs but they do shake the props and release curses from the mouths of nearby shooters.

I am gonna be so much more hated at the club from now on. 🙂