Stupid Hurts: The Glock 18 version.
According to the caption on this video, the shooter is handling (badly) a Glock 18 full auto. Full Automatic firearms are cool, but like Linda Blair, they can be possessed by the evils of recoil and bite you.
New addition for the First Aid bag.
Anybody somewhat involved with shooting sports must be ready for a possible gunshot wound. I know that Shooting Sports are very very safe but there is nothing 100% safe. The last entry is Austere Provisions Company IC3 Kit (Individual Combat Casualty Care Kit) which comes with a bunch of stuff:
1-Cinchtight H Bandage
1-TK4 Tourniquet
1-Primed Gauze
1-Combat medic reinforcement tape
1-30fr Nasal Airway
1-Packet waterbased lubricant
1-14gax3.25″ decompression needle
1-alcohol wipe
1-Iodine wipe
1-1.5″ blue Cyalume light stick
2-Large safety pins
2-medium nitrile gloves
2-large nitrile glovesThe Austere Provisions Company IC3 Kit (Individual Combat Casualty Care Kit) is designed as a well rounded load out for addressing the major causes of preventable death on the battlefield: Major bleeding, Occluded airway, and Tension pneumothorax.
I hope I never have to use it and I do need some training for a couple of items in the kit, specially since I hate needles and I have no idea how to detect a tension pneumothorax.
Nashville. Get Well Soon.
I lived a bit over three years in Nashville. More than living, it was home because of the people who were kind to a darn foreigner who barely spoke enough English to order a burger and ask for the restroom. It was in Nashville where I learned a new language, discovered that Halloween was my favorite bought my first gun (A Beretta .25 tilt-up barrel at the now defunct The Arms Room), got drunk on white lightning, met Waylon, Jessie, Willy and half Kansas (the band, not the state), savored the best pancakes in the world at The Pancake Pantry and met the woman that has been my wife for almost a quarter of a century.
Nashville taught me to be independent, ornery, and to take things with humor. I still remember a hellish ice storm that kept us indoor for 4 days… or should have. There were some dear rednecks that did go out driving in the streets cum ice rinks with the predictable results and all caught on video. Nothing like seeing an old battered pick up truck going downhill totally out of control and you could hear the driver screaming the rebel yell a top of his lungs till he crashed into another vehicle that already crashed into another. The driver got out and said “Well now that was fun!” and the driver of the target car, standing on the sidewalk agreed with him!
So, even though my dear old city is today recovering from what is called a Thousand Year Flood, I could not help and smile when I saw this picture:
I see they are still headstrong an laughing up there.
PS: I am so craving for Silver Dollar pancakes right now.
“Be a patriot on some other day.”
You’d probably seen on the news about the crap storm that happened in a Gilroy (People’s Republica De California) when the principal of Four Live Oak High School sent four students home for wearing T-Shirts depicting the American flag during the celebration of the Cinco de Mayo, a made up Mexican Holiday.
It is disgusting enough that wearing the US colors inside the United States could be construed as “incendiary” but when I read the following quote:
“It’s disrespectful to do it on Cinco de Mayo,” said Jessica Cortez, a Live Oak sophomore. “They can be a patriot on some other day. Not that specific day.”
What in the name of the hookers of Tijuana (Mexico’s third biggest source of income after drugs and money sent from the USA by “undocumented” workers) are you talking about dear Cholita? Do you have the ovarios to dictate when can somebody be patriotic? And if you are so Mexican Patriota, How come you have a Gringo name and live in Gringolandia and partake of the fruits that the Gringos stole from your Aztec People (The official parasites that sucked the life out of the Mayans) I just hate hypocrites.
Oye Yesi, you wanna impress me? Get your American Blue Jeans’ ass down to Ciudad de Mejico and demand the following:
- Have official forms and paperwork in both English and Spanish.
- Demand that informational signage should be in both English and Spanish.
- Protest the drastic inmigration laws of Mejico and demand free passage between Mejico and Honduras.
- Demand that the Fourth of July be celebrated or at least respected and that schools should raise the Stars & Bars and erase all traces of the Mexican flag during that day.
- Tell us where to send the donations for your funeral, ’cause you will probably be beaten to death .
Si seras pendeja muchacha.
Quick note: Cinco de Mayo is allegedly commemorated for the Battle of Puebla. Only the people from Puebla sort of celebrates it and only because you may get a free day off work. This battle was in between the Mexican Army and the French and the French lost…as usual. It is embarrassing that anybody would celebrate beating a country that has a genetic disposition to wave a whit flag. Somebody said that the Battle of Pueblas is like the end of Rocky 2: Mexico was declared the winner because they got up first to run away and the referee called a K.O. for the hell of it.
Facepalm News: The Iron Pipeline…. mostly blowing verbal flatulence.
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The Iron Pipeline is the importation of illegal guns that land in Newark and are to be used to kill cops. (end ominous music) This is according to Newark’s Police Director Garry McCarthy. In the video you will see an M16, an MP5k and even a good old SKS.
You know and I know that we just can’t go to the local Mom & Pop gun shop or Gun Show and walk away with full auto weapons (I know, a shock to Bloomberg et all) so it makes you wonder where in the heck these “Cop Killing Weapons” came from. Since only Law Enforcement have easy access to full auto firearms and there have been cases of such weapons being stolen from police cruisers and assorted feds, one has to wonder if the first responsible in feeding the Iron Pipeline are dumb LEOs. Call it The Blue on Blue Iron Pipeline.
Hat tip to Maddened Fowl