Friction and Harmony

Mrs. Who and I celebrated Halloween in a special way today…

We went to the Gun Show. 

She’s a 12 GA. FN Herstal Tactical Police shotgun.  Perfect for dispatching REAL goblins.

But I do need to clarify some things…

Fact:  Mrs. Who knew about the gun show before I did – over a week ago.  She drives much further to and from work than I do and had noticed the roadside signs advertising the event.

Fact:  It was Mrs. Who’s idea to go.  She brought it up.  She suggested it would be a good way to spend the day.  She even invited some teacher friends to come from Florida – the same friends that spent the day shooting with her.

Fact:  She had reminded me about it again on Friday evening,  “Don’t forget, we have the gun show tomorrow!”

Fact:  She recalled that I had been tempted at a previous show by this particular gun, and mused aloud, “I wonder if they will have that police shotgun you liked last time…”

Fact:  It was Mrs. Who who paid our admission to the gun show.  When we were getting in the car, I noted that I had NO cash in my wallet and we’d have to run by my bank’s ATM (about six miles in the wrong direction).  She piped up, “No we don’t!  I already got cash to get us in.”

Fact:  Mrs. Who stood by my side as I was looking at this beauty and said, “SO!  Are we going to get her?”  She had a grin on her face.

Fact:  When I was checking out, they told me that there was a 3% transaction fee to use plastic.  Mrs. Who immediately volunteered to run to her own bank on the corner a few blocks away to draw cash while I filled out the BATFE paperwork.  Therefore, the bulk of the immediate cash for this purchase was “borrowed” from her account.  I guess I’ll have to make it up to her later. 

Fact:  As we were walking to the car with our new home defense purchase, Mrs. Who told me, “Her name is Charlotte.”  (we name ALL our guns.  And our vehicles.  And major appliances.  And other things…)  I quipped, “I guess that means she’s yours.”  She just smiled.

FACT:  As we were pulling out of the lot with our new purchases and I exclaimed, “Gawd, I soooo didn’t prepare to drop a grand at a gun show today!” (I also bought over $225 in reloading supplies and even found some reasonably priced .380 ammo.)  Mrs. Who looked at me with raised eyebrows and said, “Hey, don’t look at me – YOU’RE the one that wanted that shotgun!”

FACT: I almost locked the wheels up and drove us off the road, “WHAT???  You’re not putting this all on ME!  Who was standing at my side at that table with a big grin and puppy dog eyes?!”  She just giggled.  We drove on.

CONCLUSION:  I adore my gun lovin’, Southern sweetheart of a wife!!

(But I think I lost me a shotgun…)

While browsing Facebook, I just noticed this on Sarah Palin’s page.  There – do you see it?  Go ahead, click for a better view:

OMG – REALLY??  Can I?  And can I do that without having Todd show up on my doorstep to kick my ass?  And how do I explain my “gift” to Mrs. Who?

Is it hot in here?  

Son, you rock! I’m incredibly proud of you. Stay safe, proud and mean!  Hooah!

The Warrior Song

I’ve got the reach and the teeth of a killin’ machine,

with a need to bleed you when the light goes green

best believe, I’m in a zone to be, from my Yin to my Yang to my Yang Tze

put a grin on my chin when you come to me,

‘cuz I’ll win, I’m a one-of-a-kind and I’ll bring death

to the place you’re about to be: another river of blood runnin’ under my feet

forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you’ll never stand alone

I’m last to leave, but the first to go, Lord, make me dead before you make me old

I feed on the fear of the devil inside of the enemy faces in my sights:

aim with the hand, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like arctic ice

I am a soldier and I’m marching on

I am a warrior and this is my song

I bask in the glow of the rising war, lay waste to the ground of an enemy shore

wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I’ll kill some more

bullet in the breach and a fire in me, like a cigarette thrown, to gasoline

if death don’t bring you fear, I swear, you’ll fear these marchin’ feet

Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark  where the devil be

in the maw with the jaws and the razor teeth,

where the brimstone burns and the angel weeps

call to the gods if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag

hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast.

I am a soldier and I’m marching on

I am a warrior and this is my song

my eyes are steel and my gaze is long

I am a warrior and this is my song

now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief,

and the least of me is still out of your reach

the killing machine’s gonna do the deed,

until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves

chin in the air with a head held high,

I’ll stand in the path of the enemy line

feel no fear, know my pride:

for God and Country I’ll end your life

I am a soldier and I’m marching on

I am a warrior and this is my song

my eyes are steel and my gaze is long

I am a warrior and this is my song

Hat Tip: Blogfather Harvey over at IMAO

While chasing tangents, I stumbled on this video:

I remember the Luby’s massacre – how come I don’t remember hearing about Suzanna Hupp? I love what she has to say to Congress:

“The Second Amendment is not about duck hunting. And I know I’m not going to make very many friends saying this, but it’s about our right, all of our rights, to be able to protect ourselves from all of you guys up there.”

She’s now married and a mom, and still speaking out. If you have time, there’s a great 3-part video on YouTube of her in ’08 addressing the Illinois State Rifle Association. I’m awed and inspired by her choice to turn tragedy into action. I’ve added her to my list of personal heroes.

Ms. Hupp is correct in stating that our government is legislating away our rights to defend ourselves, but I’m glad she used her story to direct her comment to Congress as she did. She clarified that her personal experience is just one facet of the Second Amendment, and that the commonly misunderstood inference of gun rights is that it is our right to defend ourselves from crime. However – and the legislators know full well what they are doing – the real danger is that they are dismantling our rights to defend ourselves from tyranny, which was and is the true intent of the Second Amendment protection of liberty.

Molôn Labé!

Possibly a harbinger of dire cataclysmic events of global proportion. Or… I’m just bored.

Every so often, I like to trawl the muddy backwaters of the Inter-Tubes for a perspective of America from the outside.  Here’s one, and it’s a doozy – from Russia with love:

Now, I know that “pedo-tourism” exists.  But to say that Blackwater “manages” a number of underage brothels, and that clientele book through US Embassies?  That the top clientele are U.S. Military officials and American diplomats?

Must be leftover from the Clinton Administration.

Evidently, Microsoft and Burger King are teaming up in Japan to publicize the Windows 7 release by running a burger campaign that’s sure to provide system bloat and poor performance – perhaps even leading to premature system failure.  And that’s just the burger.

If Windows 7 promises to deliver to my computer the same system “enhancements” that a 7-layer burger promises to do to my arteries and waistline, I think I’ll pass.  Not to say that it still won’t cause me to drool a little.

Oh, and hey – it’s lunchtime!

Here’s an estrogen – testosterone juxtaposition if I ever saw one:

This post has been sitting in my Drafts bin for a while. I’ll post it finally, ’cause frankly I could use a pick-me-up and ska music can be my irresistible force.

First, something that drives a little…  How about a Buck o’ Nine?

Here’s some “fluff” – Madness is “ska-light” I guess, but this was one of my favorites from them, and a lot of fun.

Likewise, another something fun, this time Mighty Mighty Bosstones:

And one more time, picking up the beat with Rancid:

Rancid -Time Bomb

There, I feel better already! 

Somewhere on Facebook, I attempted to contribute this short story of my experience with Colon Cancer – the disease that took someone dear from me.  I don’t know if it made it or not.  When I pressed “Submit,” everything disappeared, and Farce-book crashed.  I don’t know even where I found the Colon Cancer survivors group, but I figure if it was meant to get out there, it will.  If not, that’s fine too.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to Cut-Copy my text to a document before sending it off to the bit-ocean of the Internet.  Here it is, mostly for me, but if someone needs to read my words, I figure the Holy Spirit knows how to direct a Google search: 

(I’m sticking it below the fold — )

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Inspired by my blogfather, Harvey, I decided to commit hours* of laborious research on this subject.

Okay, so one of these is an Olympic Sport, and one of them isn’t.   The one that is probably shouldn’t be, and the one that isn’t NEEDS to be.  You decide:

First, Women’s Individual Rhythmic Gymnastics, also called Floor Dance, or Artistic Gymnastics:

Meh.  Sponsors lined up to include feminine hygene products and No-Doz. 

Now have a look at a competition that demonstrates extreme fitness, strength, endurance, mental and physical conditioning, is exciting to watch, and for the sponsors, would pay huge dividends (mostly in small bills)…  Here’s a clip of highlights from the US Pole Dance Federation, 2009 Pole Dance Championships:

Somebody slap me!  Now THAT’S what I call a display of grace, beauty and physical prowess – and one hell of a competitive event!  Cirque de Soleil style defiance of gravity and artistic form worthy of any Olympic Gymnastic event.  Sexy, of course (OMGOMG), but that’s not why we would watch it (warily eyeing the Missus), right guys?  I mean, it’s a serious physical competition! Every bit as demanding as the balance beam, only it’s vertical!

Sponsors to include every “Male Enhancement” product ever made, including the traditional staples -  BEER and sports cars.

Who is with me to petition the Brazil Olympic Committee?   Anyone?

Oh, and if the absence of ribbons is a concern, the dancers can and DO use props…  Just sayin’. 

*Okay, only about 45 minutes, but I had to wait hours for Mrs. Who to go to bed first!