Month: June 2016

Playing hooky by force

A bit under the weather today, plus engaged in an attrition war with my Primary Care Doctor’s office who seem to have their collective craniums up their rectums.

I have finally got around and started to read Jeff Cooper’s Commentaries (Vol 1.) Yes, I am a heathen for taking so long.  I found this quote as relevant in the XXI century as Col. Cooper found in 1993 and decided to share with his readers then.

The society of late twentieth century America is perhaps the first in human history where
most grown men do not routinely bear arms on their persons and boys are not regularly raised
from childhood to learn skill in the use of some kind of weapon, either for community or
personal defense − club or spear, broadsword or long bow, rifle or Bowie knife. It also
happens to be one of the rudest and crudest societies in history, having jubilantly swept most
of the etiquette of speech, table, dress, hospitality, fairness, deference to authority and the
relations of male and female and child and elder under the fraying and filthy carpet of
politically convenient illusions. With little fear of physical reprisal Americans can be as loud,
gross, disrespectful, pushy, and negligent as they please. If more people carried rapiers at
their belts, or revolvers on their hips, It is a fair bet you would be able to go to a movie and
enjoy he dialogue from the screen without having to endure the small talk, family gossip and
assorted bodily noises that many theater audiences these days regularly emit. Today,
discourtesy is commonplace precisely because there is no price to pay for it.”

Samuel Francis.

And Col. Cooper finishes with words we know so well:

As Heinlein put it,
“An armed society is a polite society.”

That’s it unless something happens. Go have fun and be productive.

Reality, Straight Up, No Chaser

Mother Nature is a mean bitch.  In the wilderness, if you are not screwing, killing, or eating something; something is screwing, killing, or eating you.  There is no middle ground.  I don’t care how many Disney movies you watched.  When it comes to wild animals, if you forget that you are part of the food chain for even a second, you will be reminded of that fact by being mauled to death and turned into shit.

Commune with the bears in Alaska, end up as bear poop in the woods.

Forget that your pet Chimp is a wild animal and not just a TV prop, and it will turn your neighbors face and hands into monkey shit.

Take you kids for a nice day at the zoo and watch as a male chimp kills and eats a baby chimp in the chimp enclosure, because he was bored.

Sure, Harambe looked like he was protecting that boy.  That would have been until he decided that he was tired of his little human play thing and turned the boy’s skull into paste to remind the rest of the human population that he’s still an aggressive wild animal.

Just watch this video of a 400 lbs male gorilla at an undisclosed zoo had a mother nature moment.

When it comes to dangerous human/animal interactions, Robert Muldoon was right.

Personally I’m not going to throw too much animus at the mom either.  I just took my two-year-old to Miami and back by airplane twice in the last two weeks.  After that boy had been strapped into an airplane seat against his will for three hours, the second we let him out he became a gas molecule, bouncing all over the place.  You can only have a little kid tied down in a stroller or leashed for so long before he melts down into a screaming pile of “no” and “mine.”  We’d let him walk to stretch his legs during the layover, but if we let go of his hand for a second to check our boarding passes or grab his sippy cup out of the diaper bag and he was off like a shot running.  There were a couple of hard sprints to catch up with the boy, who just two seconds before was standing nicely drinking his juice and then decided he wanted to be four gates down from ours to watch a plane taxi in.  Anybody who thinks a mom can have both eyes and one hand on a little kid every second, especially in a place like a zoo where there are so many things to see, doesn’t have kids.

Shoot the gorilla.  Save the kid.  Let the animal rights activists  who think that this killing was unnecessary take their kids to Uganda where chimps have been known to kill and eat the children of local villages, and the locals have to hunt man eating chimpanzees.

The only question left open for me is: what caliber for gorilla?