Saturday, January 20, 2018

Fun With Holster Angle

Learning of the recently published CFDA procedure regarding holster angle, I went to Lowe's and bought a General Tool and Instruments Steel Protractor.  Next, I took out some holsters and attempted to learn how to measure holster angle. 

Here's the problem; an angle gauge generally needs two flat surfaces on generally the same plane to get a dead-nuts accurate measurement.  In fact, wit holsters, the measurement angles are on different planes.  So, any measurement is a gesstimate.  It might be close, but we can't be sure it's dead-nuts, especially with the tool I purchased.  For example.


Above is a JDL holster for the long gun.  I aligned the measurement surfaces as well as I could, and measured the holster angle at 17 degrees.  I've included a close-up below.


That's the way I measured it, but other folks might get a different measurement with this tool.  I asked Belle to measure it, an she came in with a full 20 degrees. 

Next,I measured a JDL holster for the short gun. 


Aligning the angle surfaces as closely as I could, I came in with a measurement of 17 degrees.  Again, this is a guesstimate, as I was unable to fully align the tools surfaces with the holster leather.

I believe that my measurements confirm that the JD Leatherworks holsters for both long gun and short gun are in full compliance with CFDA rules.  I also measured a Ken's Leather holster at 17 degrees and a Crease N' Corral (Part Time) rig at 18 degrees.

But, I may not have the best tool for holster angle measurement.  Texas State is in March, closely followed by Louisiana State in April.  While the tool I have is a readily available tool, I'm not convinced that it is the best for our purposes.  We all want to play by the rules, and we all want o do right for our shooters and the game.  We rangemasters need to figure this out pronto.    Is there a better tool for holster angle measurement?  Has CFDA specified a tool?

We need to figure this out, quickly.

Work It Out

A telling vignette from Hot Air:
It turned out that GOP leaders had Trump’s ear at least as much as Schumer did. According to multiple congressional and White House sources, Trump also told Schumer he needed to work out an agreement with McConnell and Ryan. That killed any hopes among Democrats that Schumer could persuade Trump to make concessions on the expiring Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program.
Trump's right.  It is the job of Congress to work out the law.  If Schumer, McConnell, and Ryan can work out a deal, pass it with a veto-proof majority, and present it to Trump, it becomes law  whether we like it or not.

Passing legislation is the job of Congress, and frankly, they've sucked at it recently.  If they had hammered out a deal, all this could have been avoided.  They didn't, so the title of my earlier post is very timely.  Senators Fail.

Senators Failed

That's what I take out of the sentence.
WASHINGTON -- The U.S. government shut down as senators failed to reach a deal on a short-term stopgap budget measure that didn't include any resolution for the rescinded Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program.
That seems to be the driving ambition of the Senate lately.  Failure. The Democrats wanted a DACA deal, but it wasn't in the offering.  So, they shut down the government.  That may be an over-simplification but that's basically the deal.  It will be interesting to see how the media spins this, but we know what happened. 

As I understand it, DACA expires on March 5, so the Senate has about six weeks to come up with some sort of reasonable solution (not what they consider a reasonable solution) or they lose the whole deal.  At that point, the DACA people lose big, and the law reverts to the ore-Obama era .Once the Obama executive orders expire, the DACA people become just another group of illegal aliens who need to be deported, pronto.

Senators fail.  You want more Trump?  This is how you get more Trump.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Feminism v Nature

So, I'm reading this whiney liberal guy who is all depressed over Trump's election and his doc tells him that he needs testosterone.
My testosterone levels had sunk, and I decided, given my lassitude, depression, and lack of sexual desire, to go on hormone replacement therapy to get me back in a healthy range for a 30-something male. It was a fascinating experience to witness maleness literally being injected into me, giving me in a sudden jump what had been there all along, and what I now saw and felt more vividly. You get a real sense of what being a man is from an experience like that, as the rush of energy, strength, clarity, ambition, drive, impatience and, above all, horniness overcame me every two weeks in the wake of my shot. It was intoxicating.
Dude!  You got a shot?  Really?  I get it, some folks don't know how to feel maleness, and don't understand.  Let me tell you how to get that "real essence of being a man", without getting an injection.  Rappel from a helicopter, jump out of a perfectly healthy aircraft.take  tank down Table VIII, land an airplane on a bouncing deck.  Get up before daylight and run with 100 of your closest friends, then eat breakfast and start the training day.

Do something occasionally that scares the hell out of you.  Ride motocross, take up rock climbing, or  simply roof your own house.  Find a woman you love desperately,  who turns you on by simply walking across the room.  Help your kid build a tree house.  Participate in a barn raising, any of these things will raise your testosterone level.

He goes on to say that maleness is out of fashion.... oh, hell.
I know this must be a pain in the neck for most women. But it’s who we are. It’s a blessing and a curse. It’s called being male, this strange creature, covered in hair, pinioned between morality and hormones, governed by two brains, one above and one below. 
 No, stupid.  Real women know how to deal with real men.  It's as natural and normal to them as breathing.  My woman knows exactly how to deal with me.

Sullivan never says it, but he's starting to understand how Trump was elected.   By making maleness toxic, the Democrats defined a huge group of voters, both male and female, who don't believe that maleness is toxic.  In fact, we celebrate maleness.  We believe that men re different from women and we celebrate that difference.

Tomorrow evening, my lady and I are going to celebrate a Louisiana holiday.  We're going to get dressed up, and I'll have to help her zip her gown.    She'll straighten my tie, and we'll go out with like-minded people, dance, visit, and have fun.    When we get home later, I'll help her out of her dress, and that will be okay, because she's my woman and I'm her man, and that's the way we want it.

The Democrats have spent much of the last decade making maleness toxic, when the vast majority of America knows that it's not toxic at all.  It's normal and natural and while occasionally it should be restrained, it also occasionally needs to run free.

The Democrats have forgotten that men and women are different.  You want more Turmp?  That's how you get more Trump.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Leave A Drip Going

With the mild winters we've had over the past several years, we've had to re-learn an  old Southern tradition during cold snaps.  Leave a drip going.  This is the hardest winter we've had in several years, and water pipes freeze up and burst when left unattended.  For example, as well as our house is, we have one wall that catches the full north breeze and cools very quickly.  Our water pipes go through that wall, and our water heater is on that wall.  I've learned that if the temps get down to the low 20s, it is prudent to leave  drip going  in the kitchen sink.  We haven't burst a pipe yet, but we have frozen a few.

Belle is of the opinion that hot water is a vital necessity.  She insists on bathing in hot water every day.  I have tried to tell her that she only needs hot water once a week or so, that using hot water ever day is frivolous and extravagant, but she's a woman of the modern era.  She wants hot water on demand.

So, with the temps predicted to be in the low 20s tonight, I think I'll leave a drip going in the kitchen sink this evening.  It's a small price to pay for marital harmony.  And, as we all know, if Momma ain't happy, no one is happy.

Go Ahead, Alabama

It looks like Alabama has gotten out of the marriage license  business.
The Alabama Senate passed a bill Tuesday to eliminate marriage licenses and allow probate judges to accept affidavits from couples as official records of marriage.
The requirement of a ceremony would be eliminated.
I've often wondered why the state was in the marriage license business at all.  Some say that it is a holdover from the Jim Crow laws, wherein people had to get the state's permission to marry.    In my own non-politically correct mind, I've always believed that marriage is a sacred contract between one man and one woman, testified to before a congregation, and blessed by God.  The state truly need not be involved.  But, that's just me.

Some folks believe that marriage can be something else, and in today's modern age, that is legally acceptable.So be it.  Still, I applaud Alabama's courage in expanding freedom.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Black, Dress Shoes

Talking to Belle the other night, she asked me what shoes I was wearing to the Mardi Gras Ball.  A Mardi Gras Ball, for those of you uninitiated, is a very formal affair.  Black tie, tuxedo.  Back in the day, when I was soldiering for a living, I always kept a pair of Shoes, Naval Oxford, Black in the closet for dress uniform occasions.  But, those have gone the way of other things.

I mentioned to Belle that I had a nice pair of black boots that should suffice.

"No," she replied.  "Boots don't go with a tux."

So, today I went looking for shoes.  Black, formal, dress shoes.  If I had been within a hundred miles of a good PX or Uniform Sales store, I wold have looked there, but I only had the local merchants.  II went into Academy Sports, which has a huge shoe section.  Asked about dress shoes, the lady there thought the question was amusing.  She sent me over to Shoe Carnival, which had a small section of shoes that I would call casual, but nothing that approaches formal.  The gal there sent me over to Dillards, in the mall.

I went into Dillards and asked for the shoe department.  Was pointed to the back corner of the store.  Voila.  Formal dress shoes.  I selected a pair and tried them on, walking around the carpet area.

"These feel good." I told the lady.  "But, the soles are slick. Will I be able to dance in these?"

"Yes, sir," she replied.  "You will be able to dance in those."

"That's great, "I told her.  "Wrap them up.  I've never been able to dance before."

She looked at me, shocked, for a second, then grinned.  "I walked right in to that one, didn't I?"

Later, Belle looked at the shoes, then pronounced them sufficient.

Disappointing

Back in the '60s, everyone just knew that by the turn of the new century, we'd all have flying cars.

Instead, we're telling people not to eat laundry soap..  This century ain't working out like I"d hoped.


I'm still waiting for my flying car.

Freedom, Accountability, and Narissism

Reading Instapundit this morning, I am led to a article by the black scholar Shelby Steele,   The article itself is  behind a paywall at the Wall Street Journal, but OD DREHER  excerpts it extensively at the American Conservative.  It's  powerful piece that speaks to the black protests of the past couple of years, and speaks volumes about why those protests have lost the power of the narrative, to speak to the hearts of the rest of us.
What they missed is a simple truth that is both obvious and unutterable: The oppression of black people is over with. This is politically incorrect news, but it is true nonetheless. We blacks are, today, a free people. It is as if freedom sneaked up and caught us by surprise.
It must have taken incredible courage for Mr. Steele to write that paragraph, but he goes further, equating freedom with responsibility, and understanding that I've come to both respect and applaud.
That’s why, in the face of freedom’s unsparing judgmentalism, we reflexively claim that freedom is a lie. We conjure elaborate narratives that give white racism new life in the present: “systemic” and “structural” racism, racist “microaggressions,” “white privilege,” and so on. All these narratives insist that blacks are still victims of racism, and that freedom’s accountability is an injustice.
And that's the thing I've come to understand.  Freedom is a choice not a gift.  It is not dependent on the good will of others, it is a decision that we make, a state of mid.  But, with freedom comes responsibility.  Once we make the decision to be free, we are responsible for ourselves.  For once we are free, we will be judged on our own merits.  We are accountable to the law, to the rest of society, to the moral imperatives that freedom dictates. 

That's not to say that we won't struggle, won't fail, won't strive mightily.  Freedom is about struggle.  And, the choices we make as free people might live with us for many years.  A free person might choose to be a victim, to be ignorant, to live in poverty.  But, that doesn't mean that the rest of us need to participate in his choices.  Neither does it require that other free people contribute to his narrative of vivtimhood.

In my briefcase, for many years, I carried a quote attributed to Cesare Beccaria:
Every act of Authority of one man over another, without just cause, is Tyranny.
That quote, whether rightfully attributed or not, has been my guiding light since college.  And, I thank Mr. Steeel for putting my aggravation with the recent racial protests into perspective.  The racial protest of the past decade claim moral authority over me without just cause.  As such, they are tyrannical.  As a free man, I object. 

Now, as a free man, I have my own freedom to attend to.  I suggest that you all do the same.

UPDATE:  Surfing around later, I found this clip.  You may not believe me, because I'm all conservative and white, but would you listen to Morgan Freeman?



The bus runs every day.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Senator Leahy Displays His Ignorance

In questioning today during the "Sh*thole Gate" hearing, he made the statement that:

Now, last week in the Oval Office,  President Trump reportedly said the most vulgar and racist things I've ever heard a President of either party utter."
Oh, please, Senator.  You are displaying your ignorance.  Certainly, during your lifetime, you know of Presidents who used vulgarities, even racist vulgarities, in the Oval Office.  Lets's take Lyndon Johnson, for example.  He used the word "n**ger a" lot. 

Senator Leahy, being a Democrat, certainly knows that LBJ was a racist.  That's common knowledge.

Regardless of what President Trump may or may hot have said, ti's certainly no the most racist thug ever said in the Oval Office. Senator Leahy is an ignorant jackass.

Quick Potato Soup

Sitting home on a snowy Tuesday, Belle ad I were casting about for something to cook for lunch, and she mentioned that she was hungry for potato soup.  So, I started looking in the freezer and found a bag of Tater Tots I had bought for the grandkids, and in the pantry, I found a box of chicken stock.

I put the tater tots in a soup pot, and added the chicken stock.  Belle looked in the freezer and found a couple of leftover pieces of good tasso ham.  I defrosted it, chopped it into small cubes, and dded that to the pot.  Let it simmer for an hour or so, until the Tater Tots had simmered to pieces and the little potato chunks were tender.

We added some half-and-half, let that heat through, then got out some soup cups.


Garnish with shredded cheese, and serve with saltine crackers.  Now, after lunch, my belly is warm and I don't care if it snows the rest of the day.

Tuesday Morning

At daylight, we have freezing rain and the temps have already hit the high for today.    PawPaw is home, snug and warm (for the time being), and surprise, surprise, Belle's office just called, they are closed for the day.  We expect the weather to be crappy all day long, with the freezing rain changing to snow later this morning.  This does not bode well for central Louisiana, and prudent folks are staying home if possible.

My heart and prayers goes out to those folks who can't bunker up, and must go out in this weather.  Cops, jailers, hospital workers.  Those folks have to provide care an comfort to those people in their charge.  Belle and I have both pulled that duty during our working careers, and are now in positions that doesn't require that level of dedication.

In yesterday's post, concerning coffee, maggiek reminded me how to make coffee when the power goes south.  Thanks, but I've been doing this for a long time.  Not in ice, so much, but other natural disasters peculiar to these latitudes.  I've made coffee every way imaginable.  I've used percolators, I've used drip pots, I've even used an athletic sock to make "cowboy" coffee.    The one tried-and-true method I keep returning to is the old, standard drip coffee pot.

You can still get a brand new one on Amazon for over $50.00.  A decade or so ago, I wore one out and needed a replacement.  I refused to pay what the merchants locally were asking, so I started hitting flea markets.  Found a replacement for well under retail.  It's served me well during disasters and I'm never without the ability to make coffee.

Belle and I are fine, snug and warm at home, an we'll watch the weather and piddle inside today.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Winter Storm Update

I went today and got the butane bottles filled, and stopped at Wally-World and got some little one-pound canisters for the Coleman stove.  I don't expect a power outage, but if it happens, Belle can have coffee when she awakes.  It's one thing to be without power, it's another thing entirely to be without coffee.  That ain't likely to happen around here. 

Schools are closed locally, I'm told.  The announcement ain't out officially, but scuttlebutt from folks I trust tell me that the announcement is coming soon.  We're expecting 1/2 to 2 inches of white stuff, which doesn't seem like much to my brethren from the frozen north, but we don't do salt here.  We just barely have sand to put on bridges and overpasses.  A thin skim of snow will shut-us-the-hell-down until it melt.  Which won't take long.  When it snows tomorrow morning, it might last a fulll day if the temps stay below freeing. 

It is what it is, and we're finally having a winter, after four or five years of not much at all.  The good news, is that as far as I know, we're still having church services tonight.    I'm looking forward to it.  I haven't been able to make services in a couple of weeks, and I've missed it.

Winter Storm Inga

Turning on the Weather Channel this morning, I learn that they've started to name winter storms.  Who knew?  Anyway, this one is named Inga, and she's shaping up to be a bitch.  Here's a weather map from 5:00 a.mm.


It appears that she is going to push down all the way to Louisiana.  The weather weenies are telling us to expect a "wintry mix" tomorrow.  with temperatures in the high teens by Wednesday morning.

Oh, joy!  This global warmening is killing me. 

Sunday, January 14, 2018

If You Want More Of Something, Subsidize it.

Which state has the highest level of poverty in the United States?  Not Mississippi or West Virginia, but... drumroll please.... it's California.  Yeah, really!
It’s not as though California policymakers have neglected to wage war on poverty. Sacramento and local governments have spent massive amounts in the cause. Several state and municipal benefit programs overlap with one another; in some cases, individuals with incomes 200% above the poverty line receive benefits. California state and local governments spent nearly $958 billion from 1992 through 2015 on public welfare programs, including cash-assistance payments, vendor payments and “other public welfare,” according to the Census Bureau. California, with 12% of the American population, is home today to about one in three of the nation’s welfare recipients.
The generous spending, then, has not only failed to decrease poverty; it actually seems to have made it worse.
That's what happens when liberalism runs wild.  They throw money at a problem, and make it worse.  We could draw numerous parallels to the War On Poverty from LBJ during the '60s.  It's the same thing that my economics professor told us when we were studying macroeconomics.  "If you want more of something, subsidize it."

We've been subsidizing poverty for a long time.  That's why we have so much of it.

The President's Plain Realism

Oh, he threw a crap grenade into the world press last week, describing some countries as "sh*tholes".  The media exploded in outrage, the media was shocked, the politicians from that other party were apoplectic.  It was an outrage, the very thought that the President of the United States would stoop to such a hateful, derogatory, racist, unseemly adjective sent them into spasms of collective virtue-signalling.

But, the rest of us knew what he was talking about.  Soldiers, sailors, and airmen of all stripes knew just exactly what he was talking about.  But, lest I be accused of assuming something not yet in evidence, let me give  few examples.

If the country in question has recently opened slave-markets, that is a sh*thole country.
If the country in question treats women like chattel, that is a sh*thole country
If the electric power grid depends on the local warlord, you live in a sh*thole country.
If you live in a country where Malaria is the leading cause of death, you live in a sh*thole country
If your economy has hyper-inflation, you live in a sh*thole country.
If you have a toilet paper shortage, you live in a sh*thole country.

I could go on, but I find it amazing that many people don't know what the President was talking about.  The moral preening, the feigned outrage, the political double-speak, is all baffling to those of us who realize that some places are just horrible places to live.

But what I really find amazing is that only President Trump could make the adjective "sh*thole" go viral overnight.  It is what it is, and the President was speaking with plain realism.

Sunday Lunch

With outdoor temps in the high 20s, we opted for comfort food today.  Something simple, warm ad filling.  Taco Soup.  T he recipe is right here.

Belle got a new crock pot for Christmas, and decided to give it a whirl.  It's a big ole ceramic cooker, an 8-quart model, and she made a double batch of taco soup to see how it would do.  What I like about meals like this is that you can brown your meat in a skillet or dutch oven, then start transferring stuff into the ceramic cooker.  Put it on low, let it bump, and you don't have to stand over the stove stirring and wondering.


With corn chips, shredded cheese, and maybe a little sour cream, it will fill bellies with warm goodness.  Taco Soup, it's what's fer lunch.