My favorite OccupyWallStreet idiot, MrHortonscycles is again tweeting under the name anarcosocialist. I have been harassing him on and off because it is fun to see him go off but I decided to ask him a serious question in order to determine how good is his grip on how things work in the real world. His answers were a bit shocking, specially for somebody touting himself as progressive and as a fighter for the People.

-@anarcosocialist One thing #occupywallstreet hasnt explained yet. What happens when “the rich” go galt?
-@GunFreeZone I have no idea what that means
-@anarcosocialist You guys want to tax “the rich” 90% of what they make. So what happens when “the rich” stop generating revenue?
-@GunFreeZone the vast majority will fall in line the others will be forced to keep working. its very simple
-@anarcosocialist what do you mean they can’t? How are you gonna force them if they don’t want to?
-@GunFreeZone they can’t refuse, its very simple
-@GunFreeZone to get a truly peaceful and just society you must be wiling to #breaksomeeggs i do not shy away from this
-@GunFreeZone it might be painful for the first generation but their kids will fall in line in a hurry. it is the only way
-@GunFreeZone #breaksomeeggs that is all im wiling to say
-@anarcosocialist You realize the last time some people said stuff like that we had some 200K casualties in this country, right?

He did not answer for a while so I shot him one more question, fully loaded:

@anarcosocialist So you support the Dred Scott v. Sandford ruling by the Supreme Court that applies to what you propose?

I waited for 10 minutes after the last question but, either he smelled rat (which frankly that should be the overall small where he is staying right now) or the last shipment of tofu pizza arrived and he had to go eat.

The scariest thing of all is that he says he is educated:

So there you have it folks. Occupy Wall Street will bring back Slavery, but it is all for the good of the people. Although I have the strange feeling that if we bring back  Nathan Bedford Forrest and U.S. Grant both would be on the same side of the battlefield on this one. I’ll keep you posted if he ever answers those questions.

Something happens to Kevin and we are having a shootout in 24 hours.

The litany sometimes gets to me. I must be getting old.

“The rules are too confusing!”
You are not being asked to write a paper about the philosophical ramifications of the rules, just to follow them.

“There are too many rules!”
Go to a square range, shoot one shot a second, no drawing. That simple enough for you?

“Why do we have to shoot from behind cover?”
Because the second rule in a gunfight is Do Not Get Shot.

“It is not fast enough and too low round count.”
Join USPSA, a fine organization and a great action shooting sport.

” (Insert your choice here) rule is dumb. That doesn’t happen in real life.”
Pray tell me how many real life shootings have you participated. XBox games do not count. If IDPA was good enough for Jim Cirillo, it is damned good enough for me.

“I wanna shoot what I carry.”
Nobody is stopping you from putting away the tricked-out Glock 34 with the 1.5 pound trigger and shooting the J-frame with more lint than my dryer’s vent because you carry it in your pocket and the last time you shot it was sometime during the Bush Administration. Do start the stage from the low ready and suck up the procedural for not having a proper holster.

“Why should anybody get a procedural for dropping a partially loaded mag and not picking it up?”
Because in real life, the penalty for having your gun go to slide lock and the only ammo you have left is 10 yards away is usually the ER or the Morgue.

“But IDPA is not Real Life!”
But it is more useful than your whining.

Happy the blest ages that knew not the dread fury of those
devilish engines of artillery, whose inventor I am persuaded is in hell receiving the reward of his diabolical invention, by which he made it easy for a base and cowardly arm to take the life of a gallant gentleman; and that, when he knows not how or whence, in the height of the ardour and enthusiasm that fire and animate brave hearts, there should come some random bullet, discharged perhaps by one who fled in terror at the flash when he fired off his accursed machine, which in an instant puts an end to the projects and cuts off the life of one who deserved to live for ages to come.
Don Quixote by Miguel Cervantes, Chapter 38 (AD 1605)

Four hundred years ago, my namesake was laying it thick against guns. And even though the era of Knights was pretty much done for by then, the principle of an aristocratic fighter was still alive. Knight were the all powerful warriors who were invincible due to the monies they spent on training and equipment. Your mere plebeian could never even think to afford a Heavy Horse, sword, armor and all the accoutrements that came with the Knighthood stuff plus they were not royalty so they had no right to possess them. As Royalty, a knight could do pretty much what they wanted, lope the heads of who they wanted and take their possessions as payment for any perceived affront.

But a piece of iron pipe wrapped in leather crafted by the local blacksmith with some powder and a piece of lead inside just needed to be touched by a match to bring down the era of the Knights to a junkyard end. The philosophy behind it was not truly defined until some centuries later with the famous quote:

God created Man, Sam Colt made them equal.

Hell Yeah!

The Princess Bride Reunion photo.

Caught it from Rock In A Sea Of Chaos.

So here’s the meme. Long answers or short.
1. What was your first car? Model, year, color, condition?

1979 Dodge Aspen, apple green, brand new. Our family finally was in a decent economical position and Dad got a great deal for it.

2. What adventures did you have in it, good or bad? & 3. What happened to it, what’s the end of the story?

For me both questions go together. I pretty much learned how to drive in that car. I was a careless bastard who loved to do seriously stupid crap in it no matter how crazy the stunt. I was so bad, fellow college students refused to accept rides from me.  The car was very sensitive to wet pavement and after a couple of scares, I learned not to push the envelope during a rain which ended up saving my life. On May 13, 1979 on my way to college after going home from spending a rainy Mother’s day at home and while doing probably 30 mph on a very wet road, a drunk driver plowed on me. Before that day I never wore a seat-belt but that day my Guardian Angel whispered in my ear and I paid heed. The car was totaled after six months of ownership. I came out pretty much OK other than the belt bruise across my chest; the other driver went to the hospital & stayed there for 9 months. I never saw him again and to this date, if I see him I will deck his sorry ass for trying to kill me.

If you have a Twitter account, please subscribe to @MrHortonscycles (eat therich) feed. It is funny and gives you pretty much an idea how frigging deranged these Occupy Wall Street people can be.

Here are some samples:

Let’s be clear. This young asshole is all talk and no balls. He makes the traditional mistake of confusing politeness with weakness and that can be deadly if he ever decides to make the dumb mistake of trying to fulfill his threats. He is what some people call “target of opportunity”  and Uncle Joe called “Useful Idiot.”

But he is sure fun to watch!

Update: Useful Idiot apparently realized he was saying stuff not helpful to the “cause” so he started to delete past tweets. Kinda late by now Mr. Horton. Just saying.

Update 2: the account no longer exists. Oh well!

Update3: He changed names. He is now @anarcosocailist. Why do I have the feeling spelling is not his strong suit?