Month: October 2015

Make the political personal

My cousin’s husband has been ranting on the Book of Face about the Founder/CEO of Jimmy John’s big game hunting.  From the best research that I can find, nothing Jimmy John Liautaud was illegal and that the pictures of his African hunts that made it online, are from a fair chase safari.

None of that matters to him, who continues to push the same old canards that big game hunters are cowards, psychopaths, murderers, etc.  Of course he considers it his moral duty to proselytize to all his friends on the Book of Face, why they should Boycott Jimmy John’s because of this outrage.

Here’s the thing.  I am a gun industry insider (that’s as much detail as I’m going to give).  I make my living off of guns, many of them for hunting.  I pay for my house, utilities, food, everything, with the money spent by people like Jimmy John.

My cousin in pregnant.  Her baby shower is coming up.  Giving the feelings that have been espoused, I’m wondering if I should not buy them a baby shower gift?  The money that will be used to buy a gift would have come from cowards, psychopaths, and murderers hunters and sportsmen.  I’m sure they aren’t going to want something tainted by “blood money” as a present?  I’m only abiding by their wishes, right?

Forgetting history and being doomed and all

Ben Carson is under attack for his comments about gun control and the Holocaust.  Of all the groups condemning him, the one that has truly gotten under my skin in the Anti-Defamation League.  I have no love for the ADL.  I have participated in a few Appleseed Shoots and have found the atmosphere to be nothing but inviting and patriotic.  The ADL, unsurprisingly, is not a fan of Project Appleseed.  I have ranted about anti-gun Jews before, so this time around I’m going to let the Nobel Laureate, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, have the last word.

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.”

A moving story.

Just passing it along

As a guitarist, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper’s cemetery in the back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch.

I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late. I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn’t know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I’ve never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played ‘Amazing Grace,’ the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished I packed up my guitar and started for my car. Though my head hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, “I never seen nothin’ like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

Apparently, I’m still lost…

Washington State Man buys & chops gun for Gun Control, forgets obligatory background check.

Via Reddit.

“I bought this thing off the street,” he says last night, not 20 feet from where the unthinkable happened. “This is a gun that was probably never tracked. No one knows where it came from. No one knows where it would’ve gone. [I bought it] off the street, you know—friend of a friend. Thing is, I put out the word that I wanted a gun, and seven or eight hours later, I was buying it out of the trunk of a car.”

Source: How to Cut a Handgun in Half with a Chop Saw – Slog – The Stranger

If the story is true (you never know with these Gun Control types) the owner of Cafe Racer, Kurt Geissel broke Washington State’s law about private transaction of firearms without the proper background check done by a licensed dealer. The law categorizes this crime as a gross misdemeanor.

If arrested, tried and convicted, Mr. Geissel could be punished by “imprisonment in the county jail for a maximum term fixed by the court of up to three hundred sixty-four days, or by a fine in an amount fixed by the court of not more than five thousand dollars, or by both such imprisonment and fine.”

Now let’s see if the authorities do their job and arrest Mr. Geissel… yeah, I am not expecting that either, he more likely will get the Gregory Exception. Those are laws that only apply to them Gun Nuts, not artistic liberal people that have the best intentions at heart…if it only saves one life, do it for the Children! And you are racist because it is Bush’s Fault.