Liberty Safes are not cheap. They made their reputation on how tough they are to crack open and people have spent lots of money because they believe the claims.
And now we know they can be opened by strangers with a simple piece of paper.
I foresee a business opportunity for those who can provide a fix for the backdoors installed from factory or brand-new locking systems.
And I have no doubt other companies may have similar federal butt-kissing issues with their safes.
Maybe we should have swap meets where safe owners randomly exchange locks with other owners just to throw an aleatory monkey-wrench in the process.
I just finished the Fallen Republic trilogy (Cascade, The Snarling Sea and Chasing Echoes) and I am damned glad I heard that Michael Bane podcast where he mentioned the books. It is fast paced, smartly written and way too damn close to what could happen, it will make you uncomfortable. I can promise you will get some new ideas on preparations and how to arrange your life if feces were to impact the rapidly rotating blades.
And what about Dogsoldiers? That is what happens when Murphy completely takes over.
I forgot to mention: James Tarr does not write Disney Happy Endings in case you are seeking some sort of self-deluded affirmation you can stand anything thrown at you. Think of them as harsh textbooks with an entertaining narrative.
Go spend your well-earned money in these books. You will thank me…or curse me.
Nope, not a restraining order. Something more “emphatic.”
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (WSMV) – A woman who was being strangled shot a man in the head in self-defense early Wednesday morning, according to the Metro Nashville Police Department.
Police said officers were called to a duplex on Debow Street in Nashville’s Old Hickory area, a location they have responded to before for domestic violence situations.
The man survived the shooting and was able to talk with officers on the scene, according to police.
Both the man and the woman were taken to the hospital.
NASHVILLE, Tenn. (WSMV) – In two separate incidences on Friday, Metro Nashville Police officers had items stolen, including guns, from their marked SUVs parked outside their respective apartments, according to MNPD.
Police said an internal investigation has been launched following the thefts along with a criminal investigation to recover the stolen guns and items and arrest those responsible.
At about 2:30 a.m., an officer’s patrol rifle, helmet and ballistic plates were stolen from his marked SUV parked outside his apartment on Massman Drive, according to police. The stolen items were contained in a carry bag. One of the windows on the vehicle was shattered.
Also in the early morning hours on Friday, police believe at about 4:30 a.m., an officer’s shotgun and riot gear were stolen from his marked MNPD SUV parked outside his apartment on Rice Road. Police said a window was once again broken to steal the items.
Metro Nashville Police said that the guns may not have been left in a secure manner in either of the SUVs.
“May not have been left in a secure manner.” Yeah, no shit, sherlock. And this is after we just spent a couple of weeks of “special legislative session” with Lefties demanding penalties for those who leave guns in cars and get stolen.
And I guess that the recent trend on increasing levels of disrespecting Law Enforcement and not giving a damn about consequences has not reached the ears of some among the MNPD who probably think “Nah, it will never happen to me.”
And now we have 2 long guns floating around to be used in future crimes.
Looks like this possibly happened over the weekend. After NYPD officers take away an illegal scooter , all hell breaks lose between migrants and NYPD officers. This happened on West 70th St in NYC
This footage was sent in. pic.twitter.com/0urOt4xbHH
I recognized the accent immediately: They are Venezuelans. The fuckers did not have the balls to go against the Chavista Law enforcement and rescue place of birth but have no problem engaging in politically castrated NYPD.
They all need to get extradited back to Shithole Venezuela. But not only they won’t but as soon as they can, they will vote for the Democrats.
After two years here, I can say without doubting too much that shootings are happening in Nashville almost every frigging day.
Nashville is a firm Democrat bastion. If my google-fu was not incorrect, we are talking at least 70 uninterrupted years of Democrat mayors and the city is about to get a new Democrat (I believe the Republicans no longer bother to try). When I lived there in the early 80s, the Downtown/Broadway area was blocks of cheap honky-tonks, hookers and building after building abandoned and in danger of collapsing. After what I guess has been a lot of investment, now it is populated with plastic version of old honky-tonks, new hookers, and flashy lures that attracts tourists.
and what about the real bad parts of town? Well, the little I have seen they have not improved, and they have expanded. My old hangouts and neighborhoods where nothing ever happened have, last I checked collected at least a couple of murders and lord knows how many assorted crimes, violent and otherwise in the last year alone.
Nashville is a shithole covered in rhinestones and a made-in-China cowboy hat just as fake as the new generation of “Country” artists it serves as base.
On July 21st, 1861, the first battle of the War of Northern Aggression was fought. Just weeks prior, a Major in the Yankee army wrote a heartfelt letter to his love, his wife, the mother of his children.
Because he was an educated man, his letter is educated. It still pulls at the heart, all these decades later.
He died at the Battle of First Manassas after his legs were shot off with a cannonball. This was a survivable event at the time. Unfortunately for the Yankees, they lost the battle and had to retreat.
Major Sullivan Ballou was left behind along with the other wounded. He died within weeks. His letter was found in his gear and sent back to Rhode Island, where the governor presented it to Sullivan’s wife, Sarah.
The letter was used by Goodnight, Texas for their song Dearest Sarah.
14 July 1861
Camp Clark, Washington
My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more…
I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government, and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt …
Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.
The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults, and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness …
But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights … always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again …
