I Has Arrived?

Practically a meme in the gunblogging community, I Has Arrived? or variations thereof are what you do when you see a visitor from the FedGov on your sitemeter. I actually got the same visitor as Zoomie discusses in this post. The routine for a gunblogger is usually the same; you post a picture capture of the sitemeter from when you got the visitor and then talk some shit Walter's is a fine example but you can find more with a 5 minute googling.

Pretty fucked up, though, when any government snooping has become a meme in your freedom loving, "don't bother me and I won't shoot your dick off" community, isn't it?

It would be nice if these were all subversives working within the system and merely wasting their employer's time by browsing Liberty Sphere blogs on the employer's dime-but somehow, I don't think so.

Combined with them detaining Rand Paul at the airport, all the dickery with TJIC, MVB's blog being hacked, and probably a shitload of things we don't know about, we are starting to see a pattern of harassment on those who would stare the Leviathan in the face and call it what it is. The problem is, when ridicule doesn't work, which way is the Leviathan going to jump?

Interesting times, eh comrades?

Pulp Nerdgasm

Tonight at work I've been reading the Sailor Steve Costigan stories by Robert E Howard. Conan is (probably deservedly) the more enduring of Howard's creations, but I have really come to appreciate Howard's fight stories. Howard's approach to narrating the Sweet Science is elegant and precise; he knew boxing a lot better than sword fighting IMHO and so his action sequences thereof are much more badass.

That said, I just love Steve Costigan as a character. How can you not? He's a merchant mariner who loves his dog and knocks some motherfucker's lights out at every port of call between Shanghai and Manila, a man who would live by his wits but lacks the brainpower so he punches all of his problems in the jaw. I can appreciate the dogged tenacity of a dude like that, the "Bulldog Breed" as it were.

If you want to check out the collection, it is on Archive.org in the public domain here It might be, uh, slightly racist, so if even a hint of racism drives all rational thought from your brain, just go back to reading Sandy Vag magazine or whatever and forget it. But if you like a taste of exotic locales slathered liberally with good ol' fashioned maritime ass whoopin' then check it out. You won't regret it, and I'd like to keep Sailor Steve and Iron Mike alive in the popular conciousness. That way, if all fictional realms eventually merge together in some sort of Crisis on Infinite Earths, maybe the gratitude will keep him from punching out my Nephandi

Yeah, I like to plan for the low percentage scenario. What of it?

Lauren's Law

Hi America. Y'all remember Lauren Spierer, right? Her face is plastered over half of Bloomington right now.

I don't have anything against this girl. I hope they find her someday. I hope they find that black guy missing from Bedford, too, but nobody seems to care about that. Anyhow I want to talk a little bit about the mindset of this modern citizenry that views government as the solution instead of the problem.

You can find my harping point today on Change.org along with all the other sewage-Lauren's Law Petition

So yeah. 3,500 motherfuckers are okay with the government hooking you up to a brain scanning machine without a warrant or a trial in the case of a missing person. Leaving aside the efficacy of both Online Petitions and Polygraph Machines, what the fuck is wrong with these people? I mean I'm sure none of them have read Isaac Asimov's The Singing Bells or Phillip K. Dick's Minority Report, so maybe they aren't looking at this law with an eye for the future-but I'm a nerd, motherfucker, and I see nothing but horror in this concept.

Sometime, maybe 2099 or so, they are going to develop a psychic probe machine. And thanks to this law, there has been a legal precedent for them to brain probe you without a warrant or a trial since 2012.

I'm sorry, but I just don't think 17 year olds read much anymore-and even if they do, they don't touch on these concepts much in Twilight, do they?

A Whale of A Tale to Tell Ya Lads

Via my #2 Heathen I caught wind of this story.

A Marine Biologist charged with multiple felonies for-wait for it-video taping some orcas eating a baby grey whale. Oh, sure, apparently she stirred up the shredded blubber with some ropes to get a better video, so technically she did violate the Marine Mammal Protection Act-but are we really accomplishing the goal of protecting Marine Mammals if we start locking up Marine Biologists? Especially those that make Marine Biology economically viable by leading commercial boat tours?

And don't get me started on the conspiracy charges; it takes longer to get the rough cut than the money cut in any film industry, and all she is guilty of is handing over what she had which is the edited version of the film. A simple subpoena would have gotten the rest of the footage out of her, but that doesn't buttfuck her nearly as hard and we can't have that. We have to protect whales, don't you see how important that is? What are you, a whale hater? Fuckin' Marine Biologists and their anti whale conspiracies.

Our government sheepdogs are looking kind of rabid these days, aren't they? Anyway, Disney video in case you are wondering about the title.

SOPA Strike - Because Fuck 'Em

No content for you today, Scumfucketeers.

Get Pissed. Do something.

We must burn every tentacle the Leviathan reaches out with. Remember, each tentacle is eventually going for your throat. Or up your orifices; I guess that option is also on the table. Either way-kill that shit. Kill it with fire.

My X Never Y

I just want to throw something out there.

I own X and X has never jammed through eleventy billion rounds of +P is never a valid statement.

A common statement among Hi Point and Taurus Judge shooters, this scientific bomb is dropped as evidence of a firearm's reliability.

Folks, if your weapon never jams, you just aren't running it hard enough. There will be failures in any mechanical device with moving parts; that is a simple fact. To really determine a weapon's reliability, you have to keep a detailed log of rounds fired, magazine and ammunition type used, etc. etc. Just saying "My Taurus PT 24/7 has never had a single FTF and I've owned it for 18 years BEST PISTOL EVAR ZOMG!!!" doesn't work, especially when the fucker has been sitting in a safe for most of that time.

Run your shit hard and keep a record if you really want to guess on reliability. For me, I will continue to use God's Pistol (a stock GI 1911) and accept the fact that failures happen. If a Taurus (or, *shudder* Hi Point) is all you can afford, I'm not going to bust your balls-plenty of my shit is cheap-but don't spew nonsense about how it is a perfectly reliable pistol that is denigrated by Internets Haters. Just get good at Malfunction Drills and practice your pistol whip. Actually, you should practice those things even if you have a pistol that the Internets Hardcases say is dead nuts reliable-because you're still one crappy primer away from an FTF.

This has been your drug addled rant for the day; please resume your responsible gun blogging.

My Gun Culture & Yours

Is anyone else concerned with the pussification of survivalists and gun owners?

If I'm the only one I'll shut up, but I'm noticing a few disturbing trends on my various gun-and-survivalism forums.

Maybe it was my upbringing; I was raised survivalist the way some people are raised Baptist, and they were survivalist's survivalists, not "preppers" by Gawd. They wore camo BDUs (woodland of course) and advocated .38 revolvers and bolt action rifles, maybe a garand at the outside-if you need a semi auto it was because you couldn't shoot straight. They read Kurt Saxon and Ragnar Benson and Soldier of Fortune and practiced the odd bit of poaching or drug dealing to make ends meet. The nice, sensible, prepper community on ZS likes to make fun of these 70's era survivalists; they like to pretend that they are cool and ironic and much more urbane and sophisticated than "those crazy militia nutjobs" but I sometimes wonder if most of them have the stomach for what is coming.

Maybe you don't think we've lost anything by going all sensible and "grey man." I'm not sure if we have or not, if shedding the 'Post Apocalypse Badass Cowboy' romanticism was a good thing or if maybe losing the romance was something we will regret later. Is it time to be reasonable, or time to be scary? Is there room for both?

I damn sure don't like these urban hipsters posting pictures of spotless Kifaru backpacks and accessory encrusted ARs while they make fun of how dumb my parents were. You can't even be bothered to get your shit dirty, you fucking poseurs-you don't know a goddamn thing about survivalism.

But you'll learn.