The Mennonite Liberation Front and the Amish Tea Party are being mentioned as involved in the bombing in the Chelsea neighborhood of New York City. They have been under investigation for some time now, but kept under secrecy because of the huge economic power their supporters hold in the fields of advanced electronics, rocketry and quilting.

FBI sources that wish to remain anonymous, shared a picture of a police roadblock in Miami Beach last month where a Mennonite VBIED was intercepted before it could go off, saving possibly hundreds of lives.  The event was kept under wraps so Homeland Security could investigate and follow-up on leads that might reveal the upper echelons of both organizations.

We’ll stay on top of this new development and continue to inform you as more information becomes available.

And remember, let us not jump to conclusions, M’Kay?

Last night I took the wife and boy to a fair.  Fun times were had by all.

It had been a long, hot day at work, I had a indulged a little at the biergarten, and then had a walk around the fair until I was in condition to drive.  Needless to say, at the end of the day, I was a bit dehydrated.  I made the executive decision that as soon as I found a convenience store outside where the fair was, I was going to stop and get a Gatorade.  Where the fair was held was … not on the nicest side of town.

As soon as I got to the main road, I was greeted by two gas station/convenience stores,  One was a sketchy looking, nameless place that looked like the only thing holding the building together was hepatitis.  The other was a Citgo station.

I chose the Citgo station.  I parked the car, my wife locked the doors, and I went inside.  There was more OE 800 than Soft Drinks.  The place was rundown.  The register was behind an inch of ballistic glass, and that was the only clean surface in the place.

One of the customers had spilled a big gulp something on the floor.  There was some sort of argument going on with him.  There were a couple of women in the store buying a large volume of artificially fruit flavored malted beverage, and a man in a filthy tank top hitting on them and trying to invite himself to whatever they were going with that much booze.

I started counting to 60 in my head.  If I didn’t get to the counter and pay for my beverage in the next 60 seconds, I was going to abort the mission.

No, I was not carrying.  The fair was on government property that forbade the  presence of guns by unauthorized persons at all.  Couldn’t even have one in your car.

One of the two clerks behinds the counter says something to the other clerk and then goes out the back door of his bunker.  He then enters the store through the service door pushing a mop bucket by the mop.  He turns to face the guy who is spilled the drink and is still griping about something and *BOOM* strapped to his hip is a Lipsey’s Exclusive, Vickers gray Glock 17 (can’t mistake the color) open in a Kydex holster.  A cold and sobering wind blows through the store.  Everybody shuts up and forms an orderly line to pay.

Yes, this place had the look of the quintessential Stop-n-Rob.  Doubtlessly it had been hit several times before.  It was in an area were police response times can be described as “we’ll send the coroner in the morning.”

This particular clerk looked like he wasn’t about to put up with that type of BS on his shift.

I payed for my refreshment and left with a very a knowing grin on my face.  Remembering a time when I was the guy working in the convenience store with a gun on my hip.

(Note: Updated. Corrections made on vehicle position.)

Derek Ward pointed me to our dear “friends” at the Tampa Day Tribune (You all know them for their rabid opposition to Stand Your Ground)  and their hit piece about US Concealed Carry Association. Since I wrote for their magazine, I am not going to delve on their faux outrage about people getting trained about what the self-defense law is about nor that they seem to hate the idea that somebody they don’t like would get their constitutional right to legal representation.

But what I am going to address is what seems to be a creative edition of the 911 call about the specific case they talk about in the article, much like CBS News in Miami did with the Zimmerman 911 call. Here is what they published:

You read the rest of the article, and you get the idea that Nick Julian IV went out, mercilessly killed Carlos Garcia and then claimed self-defense.  Hell, I thought myself the guy did it after the first initial pass of the article. But I did a bit of news search about the case and came up with a post from WFLA and to my shock, the transcript of the 911 call is different from the one printed by TBT:

And just in case, I screen-captured both pages for future reference:

Now, TBT covers its collective ass by giving a more complete transcript of the call, which includes the initially missing part, almost all the way to the bottom of their article and only after they were done pouncing on USCCA. But what makes the difference is a couple of words: Screen door. Although the initial gist of the article is that Mr. Julian shot Mr Garcia pretty much almost out on the street in cold blood, the missing part of the transcript shows Mr. Garcia was actually inside the curtilage of the residence, a fact that TBT sort of acknowledges once again halfway down the long article:

Julian’s father told deputies he saw some of what unfolded through a partly open door. The father said he saw his son run back to his screened-in porch with Garcia chasing behind. Julian’s father said he heard Garcia say “something along the line of a beat down,” the report said.

Then Julian’s father saw a flash and heard a loud crack.

This changes the TBT narrative. They identify Garcia’s car as a blue Honda Crosstour and they posted a picture of the front of Julian’s house. I enlarged it and brightened it a bit to make sure which was the car:

And although the TBT says Garcia parked his car in front of his Ex-Wife’s house, another photo in the article seems to show it was parked in front of Julian’s house. Notice the ceiling fan in both pictures:

Correction: The Honda Crosstour appears to be the vehicle on the left of the picture by the mailbox. The TBT post was right.

I pulled a bit of CSI:GFZ and according to records, this is the aerial view of Mr. Julian’s house. The red rectangle is an approximation where Mr. Garcia’s car was parked according to the picture in the article and the arrow points the distance from the car to Mr. Julian’s porch where the screen door is located:

You make your own minds.

Naysayers will go: “But the witnesses might have lied!” True, but Hillsborough County is not very Gun Owner friendly. In fact, I call it the New Jersey of Florida. Don’t take my word for it, just do some search. So, if the Hillsborough County Sheriff’s Office could not find evidence of wrongdoing or the local Prosecutor could not even weave charges like Angela Corey, you know this is not the “rage killing” that the Tampa Bay Tribune wishes you to believe.

And as usual, Absence of Malice is hard if not impossible to prove against the Media nowadays. Then again, that does not protect them for self-staining their own reputations and it is showing by the way people perceive them.

LAKE OSWEGO, Ore. (AP) — A suburban Portland pastor who won an AR-15 rifle in a raffle and then said he gave it to a gun-owning friend for safekeeping will not be prosecuted for transferring the weapon without conducting a background check, authorities said.
Officials were investigating whether Rev. Jeremy Lucas may have violated a recent state law that makes transferring a gun without a background check illegal, even if the arrangement is between private parties and no money changes hands.But investigators uncovered no evidence that Lucas, 45, actually transferred the gun and never determined the name of the gun-owning friend, Clackamas County District Attorney John S. Foote said in a letter to the Oregon State Police.

Source: Pastor who won AR-15 rifle raffle won’t be charged

A bit more info from the article for those of you unaware of the case.

A concerned Lucas first contacted the softball team and offered church funds to pay for the all-stars’ trip, if they’d cancel the raffle. “It’s one less gun that could be used to threaten someone or terrorize someone,” he would later explain.But it was too late, Lucas was told. Some tickets had already been sold, and by law, the raffle would have to play out.So the pastor came up with Plan B: Win the rifle, then destroy it — melt it down, turn it into a piece of art, perhaps a garden tool. Lucas dipped into his church’s discretionary fund for $3,000 and, at $20 apiece, bought 150 of the 500 raffle tickets.

Source: A priest planned to destroy a gun as a gesture of peace. In return, he got threats – LA Times

And from the Washington Post:

So the guy spends a bunch of money from the church to buy tickets for an AR rifle he intends to destroy and tells the media he gave it to a friend for safekeeping. He gets butt-hurt when Gun Owners tell him he broke the law by doing so and, suddenly when the cops come calling in to investigate, the illegal transfer never happened.

So we are prsented with two versions of Rev. Jeremy Lucas: The Law-Breaker or The Liar. I am gonna go with a third version and assume he is both: He did illegally transferred  the rifle but when he figured out (or was told) he was about to get in hot water, he performed another illegal transfer by retrieving it and then lied to the cops about having it change hands in the first place. But that is just my opinion, yours may vary.

Still, the lesson remains: Gun Laws are for the little people and not for those riding the High Moral Coin-Operated Horsey of Gun Control.

So, the legislature of Missouri has overridden Gov. Nixon’s veto and Missouri is now a Constitutional Carry state – the eleventh.  So far.The Editorial Board of the New York Times is hyperventilating.  Their op-ed today is entitled, “Missouri:  The Shoot Me State.”  I kid you not.  Shades of Florida being tagged “The Gunshine State” when they passed shall-issue concealed carry in 1987.  What happened there?  Well between passage of that law and 2014 the homicide rate declined from 11.4/100k to 5.8, violent crime declined from about 7,500/100k to less than 3,500, rape declined from 50.2/100k to 30.4, and aggravated assault declined from 606.3 to 366.4.
“Gunshine State”?  Missouri ought to embrace their new moniker.

Source: The Smallest Minority: Lying. It’s All That They’ve Got.

Kevin does a great job fisking the New York Times and Taco Stand on their hit job passing as editorial.

You can almost smell the calcium of the crushed pearls the NYT clutched so hard.

Sorry for the delay, I know I owed you this one some time ago.

This happened around the time First Blood was released in South America, so maybe around a month or three after the US premier. Faux Hippy Feminist was in college at the time and we had grown a bit distant because of her militancy… scratch that, full-blown acceptance of the Socialism Kool Aid. We would still see each other when the gang got together and spend a night at outdoor cafes to shoot the shit and consume pastries and coffee in industrial quantities (being young and not gaining weight…I miss it.)

One night we were talking movies and Faux Hippy Feminist announced that an “avant garde” theater was going to offer a week with the best European movies from the top European directors.  I guess my face showed the “I rather have my nuts chewed by a badger” expression and she came at me with the challenge of “don’t knock it till you try it” and dared me to go with her for the whole week. I took the challenge since that happened to be a week when our family business was scheduled to be down for machinery maintenance. I knew I was going to have a crappy time, (I never tried setting my tongue on fire, but that does not mean I have to try it to see if it is going to be stupid and painful) but I took it as a challenge to be conquered.

Now, there was and is good cinema produced in Europe. It is minuscule and derided by the local critics who have way too much influence on ticket sales over there. Italians have great comedies and Brits can do action damn well (plus they speak weird but understandable English) and I had seen some of those with enjoyment. I knew I was going to see some weird stuff, but I kept an open mind and rose to the occasion. What a mistake. The only film I remember the title from that torture week was “Divorce, Italian Style” and mostly because two words: Sophia Loren. The rest were are gratefully forgotten from my memory, thus avoiding the need for therapy.

But the climax came on the last day of the exhibition with a movie that royally pissed me off. Again, I don’t remember the title but it is about a middle age man who falls in love with young boy… and I mean around 6 or 7 years old.  This guy drops everything in his life, family included to follow the wandering boy’s family and have a chance to be with the cherub. The movie ends with what felt like 200 minutes of a shot of an old style crank camera on a beach during the sunset.

We left the movie, went to a nearby cafe and sat to discuss the film with some of her friends that have joined us for that film. I kept my mouth shut as I had been doing for the whole week, but internally I was pissed. Then, it happened: One of her Faux Hippy friends asked (with that intellectual tone of voice) my opinion of the film and my answer was something along the lines of “I wish I had gone to see First Blood again instead of wasting my money on this shit.”

The cafe went silent, I think one waitress passed out of the sheer horror and at least three people on the table pee in their undies a little.  Faux Hippy Intellectual finally came out of his trance and chided me loudly for daring to compare First Blood with the jewel of cinematography we just watched. He went on to extol how well the movie portrayed the angst of the unrequited love of the guy and assorted other bullshit till I had to cut them off.

“I did not know you were in support of pederasts.”

Faux Hippy Intellectual froze. You could see the gears inside his brain-pan trying to engage, but they kept slipping.  I continued.

“Wait, none of you assholes have figured out that the ‘hero’ of the movie was simply a child molester? And that the director saw fit to portray him under a good light?”

“But.. but he did not do nothing!” was Faux Hippy Intellectual’s reply.

“Because he could not get the chance, you fucking moron!” (my voice might have been loud at this point.)  “What do you think he was going to do with the boy when had a chance to be alone with him? Play Parcheesi? He would have popped that kid in the ass 5 minutes after they were alone!” (OK, I am not subtle)

Silence.

“And another thing.” I continued. “What was with the last scene? It had nothing to do with the movie. Maybe the asshole director ran short of the film’s time during editing and had to add a B-shot filler figuring out nobody would understand and had to come up with bullshit artistic interpretations?”

Again, silence. I threw a bill on the table and left the place. Back then I was a less patient man than I am now and if somebody would have tried to come up with an “intellectual” explanation, I would have decked him on the spot.  As you can imagine, Faux Hippy Feminist never spoke to me again.  Apparently she was not only insulted of my insulting of his friends and herself, but was rather pissed she had to take public transportation back home since I was the only one in that table with a private conveyance and gave her the ride to the theater.

No, this is not a stock photo from the Interwebs. This is really Faux Hippy Feminist as she looks today. I am keeping her name secret, but the image is needed to confirm what we know about feminists. She did graduate from college and became a Psychologist.

I decided to look her up for giggles-sake and I am not surprised that she is a Hard Core Chavista and defending the government of President Maduro of the fuck ups of both him and the late asshole Chavez. I read a long-winded blog post in which she says that the Venezuelan people are not really physically hungry but it is all int heir minds because they got used to eat food designed by the US Empire and that if they go back to the basics, nobody would starve to death…. no shit, she said that.

But looking like a fat bitch, I figure she has access to the government special stores filled with all kinds of foreign goodies. If I remember correctly, she was a fiend for Toblerone chocolate, I bet she is chugging them by the pound.

And that is the story of Faux Hippy Feminist.

Is there no decency left in this world? You don’t do that to AKs, only M4s because they are Barbie Guns.