Since I suspect some of our readers may have an AR pistol, I believe this should be of their interest.

If faced with the “choice” of having to register as SBR with a paying stamp, I might as well just use a real stock.

Earlier today Miguel wrote a post about David Hogg retconning the Parkland shooting so he could stay relevant.

Hogg is a little shit with a big ego.

He ego lends him to do really stupid and felonious things.

A few years ago he was at the Toronto Film Fest and on stage solicited Canadians to donate to influence US political elections.  Michael Moore had to yank his mic away and tell him “no” in front of the crowd.

But because he’s a Leftist turd, he didn’t get in trouble for that.

Now, in another attempt at flexing, he squealed on his dad breaking FBI policy and and the law.

He knows guns.

He shot a government issued fully automatic weapon when he was a kid.

He wasn’t supposed to but his dad was FBI and because he’s a Leftist turd and the FBI is unaccountable, nobody will get it trouble for it.

See, he’s so special he can have access to machine guns but you shouldn’t even be able to buy semi auto rifles.

This little shit has been nothing but rewarded for his behavior.

Back in the days of his pillow company and the way that folded spectacularly, I wonder how much money he took in and if what he did was defraud investors.

Then there are the questions I have about his lifestyle.  The trips, the sailing, the selfies, the extravagance, does he charge speaking fees or is he pocketing money from charitable donations?  He just doesn’t add up.

I suspect this little shit will continue to do stunt after stunt until he finally does something too illegal to go unnoticed.

And after reading about everything partisan and corruption the FBI has done over the last few years, it makes perfect sense to me why this kid is such an arrogant turd willing to break the law to get what he wants.  The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

I’m sitting at my computer around 2300 doing some work when a message comes in from my wife

“I hear something outside”

This is as meaningful as just about all of her urgent messages. It could have been anything from a car revving its engine to an intruder trying to break in.

“What do you hear?”

“Like an animal rustling”

Ok. This is could be a real threat. It could be anything from a squirrel up to a bear. It could be trying to get at the chickens or the feed. Or it could be a big cat. Worse, it could be a two legged intruder.

I stand up and grab the Winchester ’94 the not weapon weapons light and head to the porch. A quick scan from inside the house shows no movement.

I step out the door and immediately hear something scampering into the mess that lives on the porch. The rifle comes up and I’m looking for the criter.

I poke here and there and I hear it again. It moves to the corner of the porch where the screen is damaged and it can get out. It is a racoon.

“It is a racoon. Do you want it dead?”

“Um….”

There is a three minute discussion before she decides that yes, it should be a dead racoon. Stupid critter hasn’t moved.

“It is going to be loud.”

“Ok”

I pull back the hammer, line up a clean shot. From where I am there is nothing behind the critter for 200 yards at least. The rifle is pointing down so the entire ground is the backstop. If I were to miss the round would go another 10 yards max before it was in the dirt.

Yes, the gun is loaded.
Yes, I want to destroy what I’m pointing at.
I have identified my target and what is beyond it.
Booger hook to the bang stick, and I press the trigger backwards.

There is a very loud bang and the racoon is gone.

Did I miss? I move it off the porch and around the corner. I can see where it went through the tear in the screen. No sounds, no blood trail. Shit, Shit, Shit.

Still looking. Then I spot it. It is dead dead dead. That 30-30 Winchester had pushed that damn critter off the porch. It was dead before it hit the ground.

Good timing, I go put stuff away. My daughter is the one that deals with dead animals. She collects pelts and bones and such. And she has people that buy them from her.

She is pounding down the stairs and shows up ready to go investigate. We head outside.

I move around and shine my light on the racoon.

“is it dead?”

Looking at the pile of fur and bones and looking to see if it is moving. No movement. No change in position since I checked 3 minutes ago.

“It is dead.”

“It just MOVED!”

“It is dead, it didn’t move.”

“Its looking at me!”

I look at her and where she is looking. Following her line of sight there is a second racoon . She can’t see the dead one, it is blocked from her sight by a plant. She can see a very live and very big racoon.

“There’s another racoon out here! Do you want it dead too?”

“Ummmmm.”

Child and I go inside where we go have a conference with wife.

“Do you want it dead?”

It takes wife another 5 minutes to work out if she wants it dead or not. In the end she says “Yes, I want it dead.”

Well the position of that racoon means that I have a backstop but not as good. It is the foundation of the house. I do NOT want to punch a 30-30 through a racoon and into the foundation. It will cause damage. I decide to drop down to a .22LR

So I grab the .22 bolt action then spend a couple of long minutes searching for the magazine. I know it is right here on my desk…. Find it and put it into the rifle.

Daughter and I head back out. I’m hoping the second racoon has left. Nope he’s still there staring at us with his beady little black eyes.

I again confirm with wife that she wants it dead. Line up the shot and press the trigger.

Nice clean break and the critter take the shot.

AND IS STILL FUCKING MOVING!

Grrr!

It starts to move along the foundation so I move to the corner of the house. Line up the second shot. It is definatently wounded. I can see it is limping. I line up the shot and press the trigger. Another good hit.

It scrambles along the foundation and cuts across the yard to the shed. Daughter and I are following.

“It doesn’t look bad. I hate .22”

“It’s bleeding.”

“huh?” I am such a smart dude. “I don’t see any blood”.

“There is a huge blood trail here.”

I go back and sure enough there is a big arse blood trail. I hear the ‘coon scampering so I turn back to follow him. He’s on the wood pile. I line up one more time and press the trigger.

It goes into death throws instantly and shortly after it stops moving.

AAR

There is a huge difference in the stopping power of 30-30 v. .22lr.

Racoon are harder to kill then they look. It take better shot placement for a quick one shot kill than I delivered.

The o-light worked great as a hand held weapons light

The .22 left a lot more blood.

This should take care of the critter problem we’ve been having recently.

If there has been a case in Florida researched and put under different microscopes, it has been the Parkland shooting and the life of Nikolas Cruz. Not once I recall hear or read anywhere that Cruz was some sort of card-carrying Nazi/White Supremacist while the evidence has proved in its immensity that he is actually carrying a nest of rats in his brainpan and the authorities knew about it.  So, I guess David is making stuff up to remain “relevant” and not embarrass Harvard or whatever “Higher” education school he was let in because it was a woke political move.

Knowing that (among many others laws broken that day) murder is against the law, illegal use of deadly force is against the law, bringing a gun to school is against the law, possession of a firearm by a mentally defective person is against the law, the question remaining is, what gun law not in the books does Hogg think would have stopped Cruz?

Total ban on ownership would be my answer. Rephrase that: total ban on ownership by the little people. The “elites” would be spared from such ban because they know better than the rest of us.

Hell, I would be willing to bet a whole dollar that David does have at least one gun.  Probably gifted by daddy or straw-purchased so there is no record of him ever getting one.

If you insist and according to your instructions.

I remember in my youth when the movement to ban the word “hysterics” caught on.  It was supposed to be inelegant, inappropriately machista and not adjusted to medical reality.

Then again, maybe not.

She cut in line and then freaked out when someone said something. What is going on with people? pic.twitter.com/DKXJBs3BgD

— Anthony ???? (@Antman0704) September 24, 2022

Holy crap! That is a full attack of the hysterics in anybody’s book.

From one of our readers, a Pistolero.

“The consensus is that no more than five to ten people in a hundred who die by gunfire in Los Angeles are any loss to society. These people fight small wars amongst themselves. It would seem a valid social service to keep them well-supplied with ammunition.” Colonel Jeff Cooper. Thought of this when I read this morning Startlegram story of the murder conviction of a gangbanger who managed to shoot one of his own side in the head during a firefight on East Berry.

Fort Worth gunman sentenced to 15 years for murder in 2019 shooting caught on video

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A Fort Worth gunman was sentenced on Tuesday to 15 years in prison in the shooting death of a man in a business parking lot that was captured on video in 2019.

As part of a plea agreement, Damorian Allen, 30, pleaded guilty on Tuesday to murder as a Tarrant County jury was deliberating toward a verdict in the May 21, 2019, killing of 28-year-old Tony Austin.

From the article we know that the animals are of a protected class because they don’t give race or physical description. Even when describing the crime. We know the make and model of the cars, the type of license plates but from the written description the asshole could have been a Amish man getting a ride.

Regardless, our reader’s comment indicates this was bad people shooting at other bad people. None of the people in the two cars that were involved were good people and a number of them ended up in jail, likely not for the first time.