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As you can see from the post below, we all made out pretty well. I think my brother may be turning into a true convert.

CowboyBlob got hisself a...wait for it...cowboy gun.

Yosemite Sam and Denise are in the unique position of being married to gun-nuts that agree with them. Their's seemed to be a distinguished and beautiful Christmas, given the love shown here.

Bullseye did something non-gun-related, as is his wont.

XavierThoughts did a Best Of Handgun scores for the year.

Lastly, but not least, Head got a box of AK parts as a pre-Christmas present.

That is all.

UPDATE: Rummel over at Hell in a Handbasket has a much better roundup, even though he attributes my family's 1911's to some guy named Kirk.

This was Christmas at the parent's house. Lots of guns and patriotism. In the upper center was the old man's gift. Respectively, the lower left was my brother's and the lower right was mine.

Regardless, it is a special day. I thank God that my family is well.

I also thank God that brave men, who aren't as fat as me, chose to defend this country instead of enjoying its fruits, like I did.

Keep well, and thoughts and prayers are with you.

I'm a big believer in riots. It gives oppressed people a chance to burn their own shit down and steal from one another. Nothing like transfering wealth from welfare recipient to welfare recipient to fulfill LBJ's dream.

WTO Summits are a special case. There is a certain type of cretin that turns out for these events. Hippies, the black-hooded anarchists, and the "Save Mumia" crowd all coalesce into an organic mind-fuck.

In the interest of full disclosure, I am an insurance adjuster. Shit like Katrina not only makes me laugh, it guarantees my employment for the next couple of years.

Now I'm used to the normal sad sack crowd that shows up to throw bricks at these events, but NBC chose the two most moronic assholes they could find to banner their article. I perused a couple of galleries and couldn't come up with a photo that is as good as this one. Sometimes I think the grave shift web-guy at msnbc.com is as sick a fuck as me.

First, we'll analyze the obvious: the guy on the left couldn't even put his goggles on right-side-up. That and the "I'm dying to fuck your dog" look on his face precludes comment.

The guy on the right just looks insane. Maybe his wife left him a month ago and he's been in search of some meaning to his life. Who knows.

And an afterthough: these people are Commies. Shouldn't they be working at a collectivist farm or selling out their relatives?

I'm interested to see Spielberg's new flick "Munich." Historically this event has had a profound effect on the latter quarter of the 20th century and the beginning of the 21st. However, given the gravity of the subject matter, I can't help but think that Hollywood, in any configuration, will fuck it up.

The Chinese government is Communist Red and represents everything I hate about government. But even those pinkos don't ever deal with terrorists and draw no relevance between police/criminals, military/terrorists.

Below is an example of the Chinese method of dealing with hostage-takers.

I've been pasted with two memes in a single 24 hour period.

First off, David at RNS kicks the "7 weird habits" meme to me. Here goes:

I keep a gun in the bathroom. I figure if someone is going to fuck with me, it'll be while I'm wiping my ass or picking zits. It is a revolver.

I generally like to antagonize people in my own age bracket. This is not to say that I don't enjoy fucking with worn-out hippies and the like, it's just that my generation seems to be so pathetic.

I may be considering purchasing a paint ball mini-gun. Thanks to ZendoDeb for her response to this post.

Picking imaginary fights with friends at parties. Freaks out girlfriends and makes people think you are out of your mind.

Using racially charged language to piss off liberals. This includes my mother.

I like Heineken, but prefer to drink Tecate on a daily basis.

I'd rather stick my dick in a knothole than....well you don't need to know about this one.

Meme the second was painted on my ass by Len at OneInARow.

Seven things to do before I die:

-Get married.

-Have children.

-Buy more firearms.

-Get a sufficient stockpile of ammunition.

-Build a house.

-Get a Class III license.

-Get the fuck out of the city.

Seven things I cannot do:

-Fire a shotgun well (That's for you Len)

-Work on cars.

-Work on plumbing.

-Work on glazing.

-Run the mile in under 10 minutes.

-Drink vodka.

-Have a natural, effluvient effect on a person I have just met.

Seven things that attract me to......

-Thigh-highs

-Innocence (this might contradict the prior)

-High heels

-Firearms

-Blue eyes

-An interest in the innate goodness of human beings.

-A concern about the abuses and deaths we have caused the Iraqi people (If you can't tell, I ran out of shit)

Seven things I say most often:

-Fuck him

-Fuck her

-He/she can lick the peanuts out of my shit.

-"You have all failed me. You have failed to motivate Private Pyle. Therefore, from now on I will punish you when he fucks up. The way I see it, you owe me 50.

"They're paying for it; you eat it fatboy."

-"If you would have come to me as a friend..."

-Surprise!!!

-I love you so much, I don't know what I would do without you.

Seven books (or series) that I love

-Ulysses, Joyce

-Sound and the Fury, Faulkner

-Catch-22, Heller

-Halloween Tree, Bradbury

-AR-15 Owner's Manual

-Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion

-Soul on Ice, Eldridge Cleaver

Seven movies I watch over and over again

-The Godfather

-Goodfellas

-Affliction

-Deer Hunter

-Heat

-Midnight Run

-Debbie Does...et. al.

I'm not passing either of these on as I feel victimized at this point. Let's just thank God in Heaven that Tookie will be taking his dirtnap tonight.

From the context of this blog, one might surmise that I am a gun enthusiast. If one made that presumption, they would be right.

To date, my interests have been pretty narrow. AR's, pistol shooting, long range bolt, etc.

One thing I never got into was paintball. I don't know why this particular practice never piqued my interest, but it never did. My brother was into this shit well before I bought my first firearm (and even longer before he purchased his first.) He used to tell me what a fucking blast it was and that I was missing out by not participating. He knew cool guys and the mountains are a 20 minute drive away. My bowel condition was no excuse, as one can act like a bear in the woods.

I never took him up on it, nor did I even bother looking into the equipment necessary to this hobby.

All of that has changed as of Saturday night.

Let me explain:

Saturdays are for myself and nobody else. This Saturday, I finally got some .300 WSM loaded as well as another batch of .308. I received a 6' high cabinet for my loading and ammunition supplies last week. It required some assembly. So I did some assembly for 2 hours.

Once I feel at peace (i.e. I'm comfortable with my rate of ammunition production), I will fuck off. This weekend I've been re-watching Season 3 of 24. This is standard practice. Season 4 is out this week and I always like a refresher before watching a new season. Note that this is one of a very few series that I watch, and I don't watch them until they are on DVD. Series I watch include 24, The Shield, The Wire, and OZ and that is it.

So I'm snuggling up with a cold Mexican beer and starting out an episode; happy in my little pod. Then there's a sound like somebody whacking the door.

Needless to say, Glock is cocked, light is out, flashlight in bad-hand, and I proceed to clear the entire building in an entirely freaked-out paranoid fashion. I found nothing. Doors were intact and no strange elements were noted.

After a bit, I forgot about it and went back to watching my shit.

This morning I wake up and head to the john for normal morning business and I realize that a FUCKING PAINTBALL has hit my window. A pink one, at that.

This really pisses me off. My domicile is located off of a prominent street, so this shit is bound to happen. Real bullets have hit this building, but that didn't piss me off as bad as this. I spent several hours before it dawned on me why this pissed me off so much.

It's because this is the kind of stupid shit I would have done when I was a teenager if I would have shown a little more enterprise. I was a dumbshit who stuck to kicking off sprinkler heads and shooting bottle rockets out of car windows. I didn't have the technical proficiency to hit a second story window with paint.

Tomorrow, I'm going to be on a ladder, wiping this shit off and thinking to myself that if I would have shown a bit more initiative, I might have laughed my ass off as hard as this kid did on Saturday night.

Reminiscing aside, I'm getting into painball. In fact, if anyone has recommendations, please forward them to me. Something fashioned after the Browning .50 should be sufficient. Obviously, I will also need a tripod and mil-surp, belt-fed paintballs, so any leads in that direction would be helpful as well.

Those motherfuckers better hope they don't catch return fire.

I was reviewing what kind of weird Google searches actually pull shit up from this site. I found that "SKS lethality" pulls up, much because of the Chai Vang discussion.

Of course, the hit listed before me was "Iowans for surgically implanting a pussy on everyone in America." I especially like the cute little Aryan girl, juxtaposed next to some kind of magnum revolover. These people are tasteful, if nothing else.

I tend to purchase firearms for narrow purposes, i.e. long range shooting, home defense, hunting, etc.

The SKS always struck me as a good cross-purpose rifle. I've thought about purchasing one on several occasions because you can be browsing a gun shop with dick for cash in your pocket and then happen upon an SKS in good condition for $250 or under.

From what I've heard, the accuracy is noticably improved from an AK or related clones. Full disclosure: I just own a shitload of AR's.

After the Old Man's recent tryout with an AK, I have basically crossed it off the list of rifles I wish to own. What about the SKS?

Not mine, but this is what my brother has in the pipe. He has no Boomershoot aspirations as of yet, he just seems to like black, scary-looking guns that would make Barbara Boxer and Diane Feinstein soil their union suits.


I don't know a thing about FN/FAL or their clones, and I don't think my brother does either.

If anyone knows the difference between a Type I and Type II receiver, I'd be thankful for the info. This is the sort of thing I would email Head about, if Head were around.

When it arrives, live photos will follow.

I can't quite seem to get the hang of these. Given, it's my first two batches (1 batch of .340 and 1 batch of .300 WSM.), but I seem to be fucking up the case prep somehow. Once again, I seem to have munched the shoulders on the .300 WSM, just like I did with the Weatherby, although not quite as retardedly.

If anyone has any knowledge or knows of a reference on Magnum loads, I'd appreciate it.

I'm not completely imbecilic, by the way. My .308 loads are about an inch low compared to Federal Match at 400 yards. There just seems to be something I'm missing with Magnums.

Not that anyone gives a shit about my opinion but I'm with Rummel on Pajamas Media.

It's on par with the Huffington Post, which I can't be bothered to find a link to.

It's self-indulgent, commercialized crap. If you need any more evidence, check out Dennis' running thread.

Which one of these kid is doing their own thing? Hint: The cartridge on the left is factory and the one with no fucking shoulder is my reload. Note the bullet-puller in the background. If that's on your bench you done fucked up.

As I recently posted, with accomanying crappy pictures, that I had purchased a LH Sako rifle, imported by Magnum Research, and chambered in .340 Weatherby Magnum. Glass bedding, Krieger barrel, etc. etc. I feel sorry for the poor fuck who had to sell it.

My reasons for buying this gun were varied. I have always heard the Sako action touted as the best commercial production action a shooter could purchase. Additionally, when Joe Huffman came down to Albuquerque and shot with me and the old man before Boomershoot last year, he said his .300 Weatherby Magnum was his best long range rifle and what he would recommend it for consistent detonation. (Correction: Joe shoots a .300 Winchester Magnum. My fuck up, memory-wise.)

Well, when I first saw the rifle, I refrained. I spent about a week fretting. I looked at ammo prices and shit. Finally I gave in and bought it.

As far as ammo, I reasoned that once I was sitting on a lot of brass I could come up with a good match load. There are two options: buy brass or buy commercial ammo and shoot it empty.

ASIDE: This is one of those calibers (like the .270) that seems to be ideal for match shooting, having some characteristics that exceed those of the .308 favored by so many, including the military. As far as I've seen, you can't buy match ammo. Only big game hunting loads. WTF?

I bought my first batch of 40 off of Midway. At 55 clams for a box of 20, this was some expensive shit.

The first (and only, so far) shooting session went well. The muzzle break stopped the beast from kicking the shit out my shoulder and we had a pretty good 100 yard zero within 6 shots. Even my brother, who basically only shoots .223 in rifle, took a shot and gonged it at 200 and afterwards said the recoil wasn't that bad compared to what he anticipated. It shoots like a champ.

The following day I looked at brass prices and shit once again. On fucking dollar per case basically.

I resorted to the commercial ammo approach, as that would also give me something to compare my reloads to.

For several weeks I lovingly prepped the 40 cases I had shot. I spoke with the military guy I shoot with sometimes and he explained the "radial" shoulder that Weatherby cases have that make them unique from other shouldered cases. A week and a half ago I was ready to charge and load. The die I had purchased was fucked, though. Somehow the retaining ring was cross-threaded and wouldn't budge.

I immediately overnighted a new seating die and the day it came in, I quickly fucked the entire lot of 40 cases I had.

I failed to calibrate the die correctly, and despite the fact that the OAL was matching factory rounds, they failed to chamber in my rifle.

What had occurred was that I had crushed the shoulders on all of the cases and failed to notice. I think this precludes the possibility of chambering, regardless of the length of any component.

That's $40 worth of brass down the tubes. I've got 40 more rounds to fire through and I will try it again. A single picture above.

h/t to David at RNS for making me think of this post. His Weatherby should be on the way.