We had a birthday party for the boy last night.  He turned four this week.

So today I am cleaning up and straightening the house and went over with the wife the things I need to do to organize.  Not just from the party but some other home maintenance stuff I had been putting off.

I need to list some stuff on Armslist that I haven’t shot in… forever, to make room for new stuff.

We took a break for lunch and I’m warming up leftovers.

Then a thought dawned on me like light from above.

I am nothing terribly special.  I am engineer in Alabama, my wife is a librarian.  I do not come from aristocracy, I am not a descendant of any nobility or tribal chieftain.  I’m just a guy with job.

I have a house.  In my house I have two refrigerators and two gun safes.

They are both full.  Full.

Across much of the rest of the world, and most of the 10,000 year history of human civilization, that much food, firepower, and opulence I would have to be god-king or emperor.

In modern America, all that makes me is solidly middle class.

Think about that for a moment.

God Bless America.

It has not stopped raining for more than a week.

“I have often thought that in the hereafter of our lives, when I owe no more to the future and can be just a man, that we may meet and you will come to me and claim me yours and know that I am your husband.

It is a dream I have.”

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The quote is not from the wedding scene but almost the end of the movie, but it was the most romantic part.

I would tell every homeless, wino, junkie and other creatures to go make a daily picnic in the nearest Starbucks. Hey, free bathroom!

We are seeing more plastics being developed with new characteristics.  And for under $40, it makes for a cheap substitute to carry your gun till you get your fancy BBQ holster.

It has been raining straight for a week and I am simply not inspired today.

Enjoy this video. I am sure more than one enterprising soul will figure out how easy is to make your own mortar.

Apparently the first stories that came out saying Asshole Dimitrios Pagourtzis used a shotgun and a revolver were wrong. Maybe a Taser or perhaps pepper spray? Baton? Bad breath?

Screw it, I am going to bed.