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Firearms Training and Shooting my S&W Model 29, 44 Magnum

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  The checklist for tonight's fun:  - Model 29 in holster - CHECK - 2 Speed loaders with 44 Magnum (12 rounds) - CHECK - 2 Boxes of 44 Special (100 rounds) - CHECK - Safety Goggles - CHECK - Gloves - CHECK - Ear plugs (in the car and not shown) - CHECK I took a firearms safety course that was conducted by a former police office who also taught firearms instruction to other police. I figured, since I hadn't shot a gun since I was kid, better to cover all the basis. I think the aiming techniques he relayed really helped too. As you can see below: The debut of my S&W Model 29 44 Magnum tonight was a thrilling and fun endeavor. 12 opening rounds of 44 Magnum (WOW!!! What a kick!!!) And then I shot 50 of the 44 Specials (and I could shoot those all day long. Not near as stout!!!). I LIKE IT!!!!!!!! Last time I shot a gun, I was a kid and my uncle took me to shoot his 44 (not sure which maker/model). I always remember how much fun shooting the revolver was. I think he has a Beret

Dangerous Narrative: Ch4: The Meth Chef

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 *Click here to read Ch3: Movers Turns out that the meth cook had his operation in full swing, just 2 doors down. The owner of the hotel was his brother so he got a place to cook and his brother got a kick back for giving him the space to do it in. The unit was on the end so if there was any explosion it would do less damage to less units. Only the below and the one directly beside the cook would really be in danger. And the cook liked to be called “The Chef”. His name was Juan Ortega, or at least, that’s the name he gave me when we were chatting out on the walkway. He took his “job” seriously. He had a professional synthetic apron that he wore and a heavy duty gas mask, breathing apparatus, thing. Thing, because it looked like he had some homemade modifications done to it. He left it sitting at the door to his room while we had a couple of beers and chatted. “It’s not the same game as it was 5 years ago even. No one wants meth like they used to. I mean, you can get some desperate cli

Dangerous Narrative: Ch3: Movers

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*Click here to read Ch2: Suspicious Minds It was the butt crack of dawn and the moving van was still parked down the street. Fine, I’d go check it out. I had to know. Better to get this over with instead of letting my mind run wild with frivolous conjecture. I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face, put on some deodorant, and brush my teeth. Might as well be clean for my abduction and rendition. My revolver was tucked in my belt and I let my shirt hang out over it. Down the steps and then out to the front sidewalk. I meandered a bit at the gate. Did I really want to go down there and push my luck? Screw it. I opened the gate and with as much resolve as I could muster I started walking in the direction of the van. My heart was racing and there was a dizzy spell coming on. For a split second I thought I saw a light come on in the van but then I looked to my right and noticed it was just a reflection from an outside light that came into view. I was seriously freaking out. Halfwa

Dangerous Narrative: Ch2: Suspicious Minds

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*Click here to read Ch1: The Whistleblower Before I even got back to my hotel I got a text from the paper letting me know that my last check would be overnighted to my home address. So there’s ethics for you. I bet they didn’t teach you that in college. Do the right thing but if you rock the boat then we will toss your ass. I packed up my things, checked out, and headed South. It was nice to cross the state line out of New York. And just as I did so, I tossed the useless face mask into the little plastic trash bag I kept in the car, just for these trips. I wouldn’t be needing that in the red states I was going home too. As for Dr. Copeland, He was damned and determined to get his story out. So I put him in touch with Project Veritas and then wished him all of the luck in the world. Maybe he could move the dial. I had a feeling that the Republic was already lost and the Democrats in charge were like the Empire trying to crush the rebels in Star Wars. Between forced vaccination mandate

Dangerous Narrative: Ch1: The Whistleblower is Out

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"You got a whistleblower?" "I got a whistleblower." "And he'll go on record that the vaccine is killing and injuring tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of people?" "He or she, will" Sal sat back in his stark editors chair. A chair no different than any other chair except that was the chair where the Editor of the largest US paper sat. He rubbed his chin and then slowly began shaking his head, "I can't do it. He's going to have to go on record under his own name. It can't be anonymous." "He can't do that. He or she, has already had threats from inside. He's scared to death that this is going to end up getting him killed." "He?" "Or she, but for the sake of levity here..." "I can't do it Jim. And to be honest, it's not just because your informant won't use his name." "Then why?" "We have orders from the top. From the owner of the fucking pap

My Style and a Pseudo EDCCW

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I'm a big fan of the EDCCW* and EDC** subreddits. It's interesting to see what people are carrying on them. Both for self defense and in general. Though tech people still carrying flash drives crack me up... Anyway... I wanted to do one too. But since I work from home, it's not like I'm packing a weapon every day. However, I could because Georgia is a Constitutional Carry state. The Model 29 is a bit big to carry concealed but it can be done. So maybe consider this one instead of EDCCW, a "my style" one instead. - My Dorfman Pacific outback hat - Fossil watch - Ridge wallet - Smith & Wesson pocket knife - speed loaders with 6 rounds each - S&W Model 29 w/6 1/2 barrel - Surface Pro 8 as the backdrop - Picture taken with the Pixel 6 Pro I guess you could say I like the classic stuff with Earth tones. My Ridge wallet is the only thing standing out. I love that wallet though. I got so tired of the bulky leather one. As far as the watch, it's got hands

The 2nd Amendment is VERY Clear

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  Because the left is too low IQ and doesn't have any amount of comprehension.... The first line: A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, This line is for the rights of the states. The states are well within their power to form their own militias that they themselves regulate. This is a right to the states, so that should the government become a tyranny and try to oppress or move on them, they can fight back. That line ends in a comma, and the 2nd line then deals specifically with the individual people. The second line: the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, The people are the citizens of the country. They have the right to keep their weapons, guns, etc... And bear them (use them). And to make the entire statement unambiguous (as the dumbasses on the left like to claim it is all so ambiguous because they are too dumb to understand English) they finalize the statement with: shall not be infringed. Everything before this shall not be infring

My Favorite Hats from Dorfman Pacific Co.

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  I'm a big fan of  Dorfman Pacific Co . hats. I think, out of all the hats I've had, these have been my longest used and my predominant go-to for headwear. One of the reasons I love these hats so much is that they scream "personal style". They are NOT branded with some sports team or logo that reads like a billboard to whatever fandom is out there. Instead, they are a style modifier to the overall person wearing them. They don't say, "Check it out I cheer on X team!" Instead, they say, "I'm a piece to the puzzle that makes the overall person that is this individual." You can't beat that.  My favorite hat is the Dorfman Pacific Co. Outback Hat in Brown . I love the look of this hat. I also get a lot of compliments on it. It runs the line of cowboy/Indiana Jones/hiking/exploring and safari. It's not defined by one thing in particular, but looks good while a person is doing any variety of activities. Even if you just wear it out to go

Planned Obsolescence: Technology Edition

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Pixel Slate coming apart. Why, oh why does every ChromeOS device I ever get have a shelf life of 3 years or less??? My current daily driver is the Pixel Slate . I got it in September 2019. So I've had it for just over 2 years. Alas... The screen is starting to separate from the backing. It could be that the battery is expanding, or something else. Either way... Less than 3 years and it's falling apart.  Electrical Tape trying to hold it together.  It still works, and I used electric tape to at least keep it together enough to stop dust from getting inside but still... It's annoying.  Surface Pro 4 Meanwhile, my Surface Pro 4 (bought in March 2017), is still working. The battery isn't what it was. The speakers are nowhere near the quality of the Pixel Slate. But it is still together.  I started looking at Chromebook replacements, like the Pixelbook GO but I'm getting hesitant because I've had several Chromebooks now, from th

Black by Pearl Jam - The song of love, loss, and longing

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       From the moment I heard this song on the Ten CD, when it was released (1991), it has always been the song with the most feeling of love, loss, and longing. It's a song that can be imprinted on the memory of life.  In a way, it fits in well with my last two posts. The deep stirring of an emotional longing and reminiscing on the past. This song, for me was a book mark in time. That book mark moved with time and then stuck at a certain point. Now it recalls a place in time that is and was. Inexorably linked to a ghost of yesterday. 

The Greatest Love Story and Scene EVER!!!

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I think this scene from Bram Stoker's Dracula wins over every other love story and scene out there. Why? The acting and feeling is all there. Dracula bites Mina, then he cuts himself, so she can drink his blood and begin the change. At this point he is all in with making her like him. Then she starts to drink, and you can see the torment in his face because the reality is clear that he will be cursing and damning the woman he loves, if she continues to drink. Then she doubles down and says, "Take me away from all this death." She loves him enough to join him, cursed forever, in immortality. Such a great scene.

Reminiscing about Ghosts from the Past

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 I was just thinking about someone that I have no way to get into contact with. All of this technology and an internet that touches everything but no real way to reach out. Would that I could, anyway... They say the past is the past but sometimes the past won't let you forget and move on. The ghost in the soul, maybe? The soul that won't, no, can't let go. Memories once like fire.  Concentrate on the now, yet the past still lingers... It doesn't go away. It doesn't fade. It doesn't dull with time. It remains locked up inside, revisited from time to time, a longing to feel, to remember, and then lock back up again. It's like in The Vampire Diaries , where vampires can turn their humanity off. It's a conscious decision to flip the switch so the feelings don't overtake oneself. The only way to move forward is to lock the ghost within.  When you do flip the switch back... When you do let it out... it is overwhelming. So it must be locked up again, quickl

An Engine City Christmas

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 It was a cold December in Engine City and as Bobby walked the maze of dirty streets on his way home from school another light falling of snowflakes began to fall. The white flakes were tinted in browns and yellows as if it was more an ash or soot that created this wintery wonderland look. Bobby didn’t mind it at all and had never seen a true blanket of bright white snow while leaving in Engine City.  School had just let out for a two week winter break and Bobby was excited to be roaming the city with the knowledge that he would not have to wake early the next morning to get ready to go back. He decided to cut through the vendor district on the way home so he could window shop and dream about all the gadgets he wanted on Christmas morning but knew his parents would never be able to afford. He gazed at the latest in stream slip gaming and could just imagine placing the dark shades on his eyes and being transported into some medieval game where he would carry a sword and shield and fa

Vaccine Passport Booster 10; A story of Booster Shots Forevermore…

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  It’s the end of 2025. A man has had enough of being locked out of restaurants and going to the movies because he does not have a vaccine passport. So he goes to his local shot shop. John Smith: Yes, I’ve had enough. You win. I’ll get the jab. Just let me get back into society. General Physician: Right then. We’ll start you off on the initial double jabs that have to be separated by a month. And then we’ll start you down the booster cycle. We’re currently on booster 10. So…. (does some calculations)… By the end of 2026 we should have you caught up on boosters and then you can rejoin society… maybe… John Smith: Maybe? What’s that mean? And why do I have to take that many boosters? GP: Well now… it wouldn’t be fare if everyone else took that many jabs and you didn’t. Besides, the vaccine passport goes off the number of jabs. John Smith: Are the boosters all different then? GP: (Laughs)… No, no, not at all. Boosters are all the same. But like I said, you need the number in the pass

Darker Regrets

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Her long black hair looked like a spider crawling along the sand just inches below the water. It was only a slow subtle movement as gentle waves hit the shore and then made their way back out into the lake. She looked like a ghost or some angelic version of the Arthurian Lady of the Lake. She was nude and just floating there but it was her eyes that had me transfixed. Just like old times. I held my feelings deep inside but could feel them brimming and wanting to explode like the violence of a volcano. The officers were tying up the yellow tape to cordon off the area and the Crime Scene Unit was about to arrive. My partner Sid stood behind me and I knew I had to pull myself away or risk some unwanted or unneeded suspicion. “So what do you make of it Will?” “What else could I make of it? You see her; you see the bruising on the neck. It has to be murder.” My reply was too terse and abrupt. I could feel my heart boiling in my stomach acid and I felt like losing my breakfast. Not on

Robocop (1987) is a Million Times BETTER than Robcop (2014) for this One Big Reason

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  Robocop (1987) is my favorite movie of all time. When I was a kid, I would watch that movie everyday after school. I memorized the lines of it. My Mom had the VHS on extended rental until it finally became available to buy and then I got it for my Birthday. Suffice it to say, I know Robocop.  So when the 2014 reboot came out, I felt like it was wrong from the beginning. From the plastic looking black suit to the fact that he kept his right hand. It looked bad. Then I saw the movie and it was not only bad but they totally did not understand the main point of the movie or the character of Alex Murphy.  In the 1987 original, Murphy gets flashes of his past that start to break through his cold and algorithm controlled mind. He's a machine, he knows his functions, but finding out that he was once a man, means he must come to terms with what he is and find the man he was within.  In the 2014 version, he never loses his human self and instead must come to terms with what his body has

I Need Coffee, My Dark Bean, My Caffeine God

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There was sleep in the eyes and not every electron seemed to be firing correctly in the brain. Morning time had come to wake me once again. Actually it was my damn alarm clock set to start the day before my conscience mind was ready to power on. I needed coffee. That life blood of the gods, my dark bean addiction, a caffeine god in its own right. The aroma of brewing coffee is step one in calming the neurotic mind and putting thought processes in some kind of maintainable order. Before that bitter bean has touched one's tongue, the aroma has already begun the initial process of working its magic. When it is time to pour your mug there is something in the chemistry of touch between the hand and that warm container that takes over just as the aroma becomes subtle to the nose. The heat has transformed into yet another kind of electric energy that travels through the palms of the hand and then straight in to the awakening brain. The first bitter taste of the dark bean is like a warming

Gonzo Writing and Journalism

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I don’t know why I never made this connection before but, Anthony Bourdain’s style of writing and narration was like Hunter S. Thompson. Bourdain, like Thompson, was another one that I was on opposing sides of politically but I could watch his show and read his words all day long (just like reading Thompson). He really did fall into that gonzo style of journalism. Having wondered if Hunter S. Thompson may have inspired Bourdain, I went to the internet to find out. Anthony Bourdain Twitter Profile photo Sure enough, Hunter S. Thompson was one of Bourdain’s literary heroes. Saying of the book Fear and Loathing Las Vegas: “The book that probably influenced me more than any other. A prose stylist and a personality who changed my life.” Hunter S. Thompson Magnolia Pictures Of course, they also ended up having more in common than just writing, what with the way Bourdain left this world by his own accord. I gravitate in their direction on the “first person writing” front. I did a review once