All the best,
GB
Friday, July 13, 2018
Thursday, July 12, 2018
It Pays To Be Alert and Agile
I kind of doubt this was anything but a movie set with a nice stunt being filmed; I mean who in their right might makes a video of guys loading or offloading water bottles from a truck! Still though, it makes the point - stay alert and stay agile.
All the best,
Glenn B
Women Like It Small ...
… lengthwise that is - they also love a huge credit limit.
All the best,
Glenn B
Tuesday, July 10, 2018
Working All Week & Next
Kind o sucks to be working every day for the next two weeks. Well, maybe it is not as much work or having to do it to get some extra needed cash but the fact that I'll be driving about 35 miles each way, there and back home, each day. I must admit, it is a good office to work in while at least three of the six I at which I work, on call, suck bigtime. l float around from office to office covering for guys and gals out on leave or fill the spot temporarily when someone quits. It's okay, pay is decent for the NY metro area for what I do but I sure wish I had something in one spot closer to home for like three or four set days per week. Days like today make me wish I was closer to home. I had to leave work early today to ship out a shotgun I had sold on GunBroker.com. I hate driving 35 miles there and 35 miles back and not getting in a full day but I had to get this done by tomorrow at the latest so picked today to make sure it got shipped.
Whatever - my main point is that last week I worked Monday & Tuesday, then I was away upstate for 4 days and now will be working the remainder of the this and next week - thus light blogging and such. Later 4 U.
All the best,
GB
Whatever - my main point is that last week I worked Monday & Tuesday, then I was away upstate for 4 days and now will be working the remainder of the this and next week - thus light blogging and such. Later 4 U.
All the best,
GB
Sunday, July 8, 2018
Man Bites Tail Off Rattler & Triggers My Memories Of F.J. Danforth
So this guy and his neighbor allegedly get into an argument. Must have been pretty heated since, later on, he reportedly caught a rattler then bit its tail off (the rattling end of the snake) and let it go in the other guy's abode. He evidently got caught by his intended target right after the act and the other guy found and dispatched the snake. More at the source.
Crazy fucker he seems to be but then I remember F.J. Danforth - one of my first, and absolutely the best, of my supervisors when I was a trainee Border Patrol Agent (and one of the best supervisors I have ever had in any job). That was way back in the age of my enlightenment about just about everything.
Danforth was a no nonsense guy who had a good deal of, shall I say crusty curmudgeonly worldly experience. He was the head firearms instructor for our station and knew his guns and how to shoot and maintain them. He was mechanically inclined. He was a obstinate old coot, and could argue a point if he wanted to argue which he rarely did so. He was also on of the better shots, with a revolver and rifle, that I have ever known and I have literally met some legendary shooters - of which group maybe he should have been one. In other words - he just about literally could shoot the balls off of a gnat without killing it. On the other hand he used great restraint when it came to violence (when I knew him) although he would not hesitate to resort to it if necessary.
He also was the teller of what for awhile I had thought were tall tales but he put me to shame for my ever having thought so all without trying to shame me. While at the range, and sometimes over beers or dinner at my and my girlfriend's place, or at his place, he would tell tales about the escapades and endeavors of his youthful adult years.
For instance, he would tell me about the covert work he did for the U.S. Government in Laos or maybe it was Cambodia or Thailand - damned if I can recall which - but it was the one in which we supposedly had zero military presence during the Vietnam war (or damn maybe it was WWII - my memory is hazy on it but I am pretty sure it was the Vietnam War). His facial expression, even his whole countenance, would change - soften a bit - become excited as well - as he recalled those days gone by maybe 10 to 15 year prior to the telling. The things he talked about seemed far cumulatively fetched and while I tried to believe him and sorely wanted to believe him - after him telling me over and over again that someday he would show me photographs without him doing it for so long - I doubted his veracity. There was just no way I could see that one man could have done what he had done without him somehow having pictures, writing a book or getting someone to produce a movie about his exploits but Danforth being Danforth was in some ways very humble and secretive about his past.
So, how was it that he told me his tales. I suppose because he saw something of his younger himself in me an we connected. I imagine it was a bit of wildness, my love of adventure, my willingness to get right into the muck & mire to sort something out and my love of firearms. It all started - that is the telling of the tales started - one day at the range when Danforth spied me taking a gander at a damned big herpes zoster on the corner of his lips as we were BS'ing and cleaning up the range after a qualification. I suppose I had indeed looked at it, it was hard to miss when you were standing there talking to him and it was staring back but I wasn't judging or even wondering about it - I was just amazed at the size of it. Anyway, he pulled me aside and sad to me ' I bet you're wondering how I got this...well there was this harem...' and the tales blossomed as did our friendship.
The story he told was amazing, at least for a young guy like me who was just making his way out into the world on is own. He had bee assigned to a covert military intelligence operation. I think it was in Thailand but as I said one of the three I mentioned above, as a military liaison with the King of that country. As it tuned out and as best I remember, he spent a lot of time with the king's son who enjoyed the amenities of royal living such as tiger hunts (on which he took Danforth) and a harem (yes just as you imagine it). Well, he got it - or so he believed - from one or more of the harem girls. It was a great story but a story.
One of his other stories was of the tiger hunts. He told it in the detail of a Rudyard Kipling tale with all the flamboyance of one of those stories but also with tobacco juice sometimes trickling out of the corner of his lip when he would suddenly smile a bit over one of those memories. And he talked about some of the military operations he carried out but never went into much detail on them pretty much saying he was there to assure that the U.S. got all the assistance it could from that government without letting it be known that we and they were allies. Scret military operations - harems - tiger hunts with a prince from elephant backs and from machans set up in trees - and the number of tigers he said were taken in one hunt alone was astonishing.
The amount of sheer adventure and debauchery was amazing. The life he described was of the most desirable sort to me at the time so I list4ened intently. Yet, it got to he point that after hearing those stories for about two years or so without never seeing anything to back them up - I had to wonder - was he as full of shit as others thought him to be. Yeah, he told others some of those stories but not many. You had to be on his A-list for him to even talk to you for just about anything other than work related stuff but like I said, somehow I was on it. We tolerated his telling of wat may have or not have been tall tales for several reasons: first of all they were excellent stories and even if only stories he told them well - better than most authors could do. Secondly, he was a good man at heart with maybe a black spot here and there or at least some shady spots but who cared - he was a good friend and as I said a good man. Third, if he liked you - he was generous toward you - not only with hi stories as he also gave out practice ammo to the agents he liked more than to others.
I remember getting a shitload of 308 WIN from him - a few cases - that he supposedly had used at practice shoots out in the desert. Those practice shoots were seemingly held much more seldom than he had led his bosses to believe but it seems he got ammo each time he said he was holding one and it never went to waste. Then there were the other practice shoots. They were, in reality, coyote hunts. Sadly I never participated. It was not that I was not invited but I wound up having work or something else interfere with my free time and never go to go. I knew guys who went and they had pictures, piles of dead coyotes - sometimes 20 - 30 of them in one day. One time, while out east of Calexico, I think south of 11-9 (a code for a location on the All American Canal) I came across a pile of about 20 or so coyotes rotting in the desert sun. That was about 2 days after his previous rifle shoot for which he had acquired 308 ammo from the range supplies. When it came to coyotes, the man could call and bait them in like drunken sailors drawn to a sale at Bangkok whorehouse. Then there was the shotgun and 357 magnum ammo. Who would not listen to a guy telling you of his adventures, whether you believed him or not, when free ammo was flowing and coyotes were dropping like flies.
Then one day it happened. Danforth came to our place for dinner with a couple of other of our friends. He brought along an old tattered cardboard shoebox. When he opened that box and showed us the contents my jaw must have dropped to the floor and I truly felt ashamed of myself for ever having any doubt about the stories he had told me. Mind you, it was never that I came to the point of thinking him an outright liar but I sure had a hard time believing he had not at least exaggerated some. Wound up, I had been dead wrong. Let me just say - truth be told - he never gave enough detail in his stories to account for his adventures from what I saw of the pictures he had in that box. WOW he had led on heck of a life.
There were 35mm photos, those old square shaped photos from roll film I think was called 126, pictures taken with brownie and Polaroid cameras - he had to have 50 to 75 photos at least and they backed up, in glorious imagery, everything he had told us. One of the first shots, if not he very first picture he showed me, was of him in uniform - sitting there in the middle of about 15 negligee clad women. He had at least a few shots with some of the girls in various states of undress. It was easy to see how that zoster came to be.
Then he pulled out some photos of the tiger hunt(s). Him on elephant back sitting in one of those things with all the fancy frills that would be on royalty's elephants. Photos of him in a machan aiming down with a rifle. There too were pics of the dead tigers laid out one next to the other from a single hunt. There were several shots like that seemingly from different tiger hunts. Photos of him and the prince abounded (or maybe it was the king but I am pretty sure it was one the kings sons - you have to bear in mind this was about 34 to 36 years and several thousand shots ago for me). He also had pics of him with guerilla groups of local natives, all armed to the teeth. And of course there were pictures of the palace (not only those in the harem) and all I could say was wow.
I don't remember if I let onto him that I had thought he had exaggerated. I think I did but I did not have to. In his best matter of fact manner, with a sly little smile on his face, he came right out and told me he knew I and everyone to whom he told his stories had thought he had been telling tall tales. So he brought the proof. We had a good time that evening over some drinks and a fine meal and those pictures were probably one of the best desserts I have ever been served even though they left more than a smidgen of the taste of humble pie with me. I never doubted him again and I was ashamed had ever done so.
So - how did the guy biting the tail off of the rattler and then reportedly leaving it in his neighbor's dwelling remind me of F.J. Danforth. Well, it was a dark and damned hot summer night, on the midnight shift, out in the west desert.... Probably everyone from the Calexico, CA Border patrol Station was out there on a hunt of our own that night. We were all there, instead of on patrol in town and elsewhere, because I had cut sign of a group oftonks (there is a story in why illegal aliens were called tonks but that is for another telling) illegal aliens. Everyone had been bored to ears - things usually slowed down an awful lot in the summer months going from a few thousand arrests per month during the spring to maybe a couple of hundred in each of July and August; so, all of them had headed my way once I called in the group ofillegals to the station radio operator. We were all eager to see some action and have some fun and after not too long a time we caught most if not all of them.
While I was standing there, after the arrests, talking to my assigned rtainee, Danforth walked over toward us but stopped several feet away and suddenly shot his foot out as if about to stomp on something but then at the last moment slowed the downward travel of his foot and put it gingerly but firmly on top of something on the ground. He then stooped and one handedly grabbed at something. Damn it was a snake and Danforth had it by the tail with its head still under his foot. My trainee, just about slithered out of his own skin and may have shit himself. He was a wussy who was deathly afraid of snakes. Hell, he turned about as white as milk when he realized it was a rattlesnake. There were a gazillion sidewinders in that desert and lots of Western Diamondbacks too - this one was a sidewinder. Danforth asked me for a knife which I handed him and with his free hand he took it and in a flash cut off he snakes rattle. With its head still pinned under his boot, he grabbed the now free tail end again, lifted up his foot, and flung the snake by its tail as far as he could underhanded out into the night.
When I asked why in hell he had done that since we worked out there he said something to the effect of: 'When you work out here you wear boots - unlike your asshole trainee who is wearing Oxfords! Tonks are either barefoot or wearing huaraches' (sandals with bottoms made from old tires). I will only admit to merely noddingwith a big smile on my face. My trainee from that night never again wore Oxfords to work - he got himself a nice high pair of boots. All those years later - after his exploits in SE Asia - Danforth was still doing things that I was sure would wind up being told to someone else in years to come in tales they may have thought were pretty darned tall but were no brag - just fact.
Danforth retired before I left Calexico. He moved back to the Northwest, I think to Oregon or Washington state where he had been living before he joined the patrol. I and some few others helped him load a flatbed trailer he pulled behind his truck. He made several trips back and forth from his house (on Hwy 98 as I recall) to the north country with that trailer before finally departing. When he packed the last load, the day he left for good, that trailer was low to ground with the weight of the load. How is it that the Grateful dead put it: "Now I don't know, but I've been told it's hard to run with the weight of gold. Other hand I have heard it said, it's just as hard with the weight of lead."! That's from New Speedway Boogie and man it could be about Danforth, his life style and that trailer being loaded with lead. He must have had at least 50 cases of 308 ammo loaded onto it along with 357 ammunition too. Damn, one way or another, he had acquired a lot of 308 ammo. My guess is that he must have held an awful lot of rifle practices out in the desert to which no one showed up.
He had a wife (never met her I think she lived up north when Danforth was in the BP) and he had at least one son whom I also never met. As I recall he had other jobs one of which was lumberjack an he may also have been a lineman but my memory is vague on that. He passed on way too young, in his young seventies after having been retired from the Patrol for several years. I still think of him now and again. Damn - I miss him a lot - he was one heck of a good mentor and had quite the effect on the young adventure seeking border patrol agent who I was back then. He was a good friend too even though we lost contact once he moved on into retirement. I guess, I nor he were the best at keeping in touch.
Despite losing touch, I carry some of him ith me today - he had that much of an effect on me. I guess the best way to describe that old cantankerous codger (at least I thought one's mid-fifties was old back then) is to say - he was a man among men and his life was one hell of an adventure - a little time in the military or an intelligence agency - a little time in a harem - a little time hunting tigers - a little time in the BP - a little time collecting ammo for retirement - a little time cutting off rattler's tails - a little time being my friend - and a lot of time living his life to tell his tales to guys like me.
RIP my friend but also rest assured that when they say 'you live as log as someone remembers you' you most definitely still live today as far as I am concerned!
All the best,
Glenn B
Crazy fucker he seems to be but then I remember F.J. Danforth - one of my first, and absolutely the best, of my supervisors when I was a trainee Border Patrol Agent (and one of the best supervisors I have ever had in any job). That was way back in the age of my enlightenment about just about everything.
Danforth was a no nonsense guy who had a good deal of, shall I say crusty curmudgeonly worldly experience. He was the head firearms instructor for our station and knew his guns and how to shoot and maintain them. He was mechanically inclined. He was a obstinate old coot, and could argue a point if he wanted to argue which he rarely did so. He was also on of the better shots, with a revolver and rifle, that I have ever known and I have literally met some legendary shooters - of which group maybe he should have been one. In other words - he just about literally could shoot the balls off of a gnat without killing it. On the other hand he used great restraint when it came to violence (when I knew him) although he would not hesitate to resort to it if necessary.
He also was the teller of what for awhile I had thought were tall tales but he put me to shame for my ever having thought so all without trying to shame me. While at the range, and sometimes over beers or dinner at my and my girlfriend's place, or at his place, he would tell tales about the escapades and endeavors of his youthful adult years.
For instance, he would tell me about the covert work he did for the U.S. Government in Laos or maybe it was Cambodia or Thailand - damned if I can recall which - but it was the one in which we supposedly had zero military presence during the Vietnam war (or damn maybe it was WWII - my memory is hazy on it but I am pretty sure it was the Vietnam War). His facial expression, even his whole countenance, would change - soften a bit - become excited as well - as he recalled those days gone by maybe 10 to 15 year prior to the telling. The things he talked about seemed far cumulatively fetched and while I tried to believe him and sorely wanted to believe him - after him telling me over and over again that someday he would show me photographs without him doing it for so long - I doubted his veracity. There was just no way I could see that one man could have done what he had done without him somehow having pictures, writing a book or getting someone to produce a movie about his exploits but Danforth being Danforth was in some ways very humble and secretive about his past.
So, how was it that he told me his tales. I suppose because he saw something of his younger himself in me an we connected. I imagine it was a bit of wildness, my love of adventure, my willingness to get right into the muck & mire to sort something out and my love of firearms. It all started - that is the telling of the tales started - one day at the range when Danforth spied me taking a gander at a damned big herpes zoster on the corner of his lips as we were BS'ing and cleaning up the range after a qualification. I suppose I had indeed looked at it, it was hard to miss when you were standing there talking to him and it was staring back but I wasn't judging or even wondering about it - I was just amazed at the size of it. Anyway, he pulled me aside and sad to me ' I bet you're wondering how I got this...well there was this harem...' and the tales blossomed as did our friendship.
The story he told was amazing, at least for a young guy like me who was just making his way out into the world on is own. He had bee assigned to a covert military intelligence operation. I think it was in Thailand but as I said one of the three I mentioned above, as a military liaison with the King of that country. As it tuned out and as best I remember, he spent a lot of time with the king's son who enjoyed the amenities of royal living such as tiger hunts (on which he took Danforth) and a harem (yes just as you imagine it). Well, he got it - or so he believed - from one or more of the harem girls. It was a great story but a story.
One of his other stories was of the tiger hunts. He told it in the detail of a Rudyard Kipling tale with all the flamboyance of one of those stories but also with tobacco juice sometimes trickling out of the corner of his lip when he would suddenly smile a bit over one of those memories. And he talked about some of the military operations he carried out but never went into much detail on them pretty much saying he was there to assure that the U.S. got all the assistance it could from that government without letting it be known that we and they were allies. Scret military operations - harems - tiger hunts with a prince from elephant backs and from machans set up in trees - and the number of tigers he said were taken in one hunt alone was astonishing.
The amount of sheer adventure and debauchery was amazing. The life he described was of the most desirable sort to me at the time so I list4ened intently. Yet, it got to he point that after hearing those stories for about two years or so without never seeing anything to back them up - I had to wonder - was he as full of shit as others thought him to be. Yeah, he told others some of those stories but not many. You had to be on his A-list for him to even talk to you for just about anything other than work related stuff but like I said, somehow I was on it. We tolerated his telling of wat may have or not have been tall tales for several reasons: first of all they were excellent stories and even if only stories he told them well - better than most authors could do. Secondly, he was a good man at heart with maybe a black spot here and there or at least some shady spots but who cared - he was a good friend and as I said a good man. Third, if he liked you - he was generous toward you - not only with hi stories as he also gave out practice ammo to the agents he liked more than to others.
I remember getting a shitload of 308 WIN from him - a few cases - that he supposedly had used at practice shoots out in the desert. Those practice shoots were seemingly held much more seldom than he had led his bosses to believe but it seems he got ammo each time he said he was holding one and it never went to waste. Then there were the other practice shoots. They were, in reality, coyote hunts. Sadly I never participated. It was not that I was not invited but I wound up having work or something else interfere with my free time and never go to go. I knew guys who went and they had pictures, piles of dead coyotes - sometimes 20 - 30 of them in one day. One time, while out east of Calexico, I think south of 11-9 (a code for a location on the All American Canal) I came across a pile of about 20 or so coyotes rotting in the desert sun. That was about 2 days after his previous rifle shoot for which he had acquired 308 ammo from the range supplies. When it came to coyotes, the man could call and bait them in like drunken sailors drawn to a sale at Bangkok whorehouse. Then there was the shotgun and 357 magnum ammo. Who would not listen to a guy telling you of his adventures, whether you believed him or not, when free ammo was flowing and coyotes were dropping like flies.
Then one day it happened. Danforth came to our place for dinner with a couple of other of our friends. He brought along an old tattered cardboard shoebox. When he opened that box and showed us the contents my jaw must have dropped to the floor and I truly felt ashamed of myself for ever having any doubt about the stories he had told me. Mind you, it was never that I came to the point of thinking him an outright liar but I sure had a hard time believing he had not at least exaggerated some. Wound up, I had been dead wrong. Let me just say - truth be told - he never gave enough detail in his stories to account for his adventures from what I saw of the pictures he had in that box. WOW he had led on heck of a life.
There were 35mm photos, those old square shaped photos from roll film I think was called 126, pictures taken with brownie and Polaroid cameras - he had to have 50 to 75 photos at least and they backed up, in glorious imagery, everything he had told us. One of the first shots, if not he very first picture he showed me, was of him in uniform - sitting there in the middle of about 15 negligee clad women. He had at least a few shots with some of the girls in various states of undress. It was easy to see how that zoster came to be.
Then he pulled out some photos of the tiger hunt(s). Him on elephant back sitting in one of those things with all the fancy frills that would be on royalty's elephants. Photos of him in a machan aiming down with a rifle. There too were pics of the dead tigers laid out one next to the other from a single hunt. There were several shots like that seemingly from different tiger hunts. Photos of him and the prince abounded (or maybe it was the king but I am pretty sure it was one the kings sons - you have to bear in mind this was about 34 to 36 years and several thousand shots ago for me). He also had pics of him with guerilla groups of local natives, all armed to the teeth. And of course there were pictures of the palace (not only those in the harem) and all I could say was wow.
I don't remember if I let onto him that I had thought he had exaggerated. I think I did but I did not have to. In his best matter of fact manner, with a sly little smile on his face, he came right out and told me he knew I and everyone to whom he told his stories had thought he had been telling tall tales. So he brought the proof. We had a good time that evening over some drinks and a fine meal and those pictures were probably one of the best desserts I have ever been served even though they left more than a smidgen of the taste of humble pie with me. I never doubted him again and I was ashamed had ever done so.
So - how did the guy biting the tail off of the rattler and then reportedly leaving it in his neighbor's dwelling remind me of F.J. Danforth. Well, it was a dark and damned hot summer night, on the midnight shift, out in the west desert.... Probably everyone from the Calexico, CA Border patrol Station was out there on a hunt of our own that night. We were all there, instead of on patrol in town and elsewhere, because I had cut sign of a group of
While I was standing there, after the arrests, talking to my assigned rtainee, Danforth walked over toward us but stopped several feet away and suddenly shot his foot out as if about to stomp on something but then at the last moment slowed the downward travel of his foot and put it gingerly but firmly on top of something on the ground. He then stooped and one handedly grabbed at something. Damn it was a snake and Danforth had it by the tail with its head still under his foot. My trainee, just about slithered out of his own skin and may have shit himself. He was a wussy who was deathly afraid of snakes. Hell, he turned about as white as milk when he realized it was a rattlesnake. There were a gazillion sidewinders in that desert and lots of Western Diamondbacks too - this one was a sidewinder. Danforth asked me for a knife which I handed him and with his free hand he took it and in a flash cut off he snakes rattle. With its head still pinned under his boot, he grabbed the now free tail end again, lifted up his foot, and flung the snake by its tail as far as he could underhanded out into the night.
When I asked why in hell he had done that since we worked out there he said something to the effect of: 'When you work out here you wear boots - unlike your asshole trainee who is wearing Oxfords! Tonks are either barefoot or wearing huaraches' (sandals with bottoms made from old tires). I will only admit to merely nodding
Danforth retired before I left Calexico. He moved back to the Northwest, I think to Oregon or Washington state where he had been living before he joined the patrol. I and some few others helped him load a flatbed trailer he pulled behind his truck. He made several trips back and forth from his house (on Hwy 98 as I recall) to the north country with that trailer before finally departing. When he packed the last load, the day he left for good, that trailer was low to ground with the weight of the load. How is it that the Grateful dead put it: "Now I don't know, but I've been told it's hard to run with the weight of gold. Other hand I have heard it said, it's just as hard with the weight of lead."! That's from New Speedway Boogie and man it could be about Danforth, his life style and that trailer being loaded with lead. He must have had at least 50 cases of 308 ammo loaded onto it along with 357 ammunition too. Damn, one way or another, he had acquired a lot of 308 ammo. My guess is that he must have held an awful lot of rifle practices out in the desert to which no one showed up.
He had a wife (never met her I think she lived up north when Danforth was in the BP) and he had at least one son whom I also never met. As I recall he had other jobs one of which was lumberjack an he may also have been a lineman but my memory is vague on that. He passed on way too young, in his young seventies after having been retired from the Patrol for several years. I still think of him now and again. Damn - I miss him a lot - he was one heck of a good mentor and had quite the effect on the young adventure seeking border patrol agent who I was back then. He was a good friend too even though we lost contact once he moved on into retirement. I guess, I nor he were the best at keeping in touch.
Despite losing touch, I carry some of him ith me today - he had that much of an effect on me. I guess the best way to describe that old cantankerous codger (at least I thought one's mid-fifties was old back then) is to say - he was a man among men and his life was one hell of an adventure - a little time in the military or an intelligence agency - a little time in a harem - a little time hunting tigers - a little time in the BP - a little time collecting ammo for retirement - a little time cutting off rattler's tails - a little time being my friend - and a lot of time living his life to tell his tales to guys like me.
RIP my friend but also rest assured that when they say 'you live as log as someone remembers you' you most definitely still live today as far as I am concerned!
All the best,
Glenn B
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Amazingly Talented
I have to wonder, how many of them could he drink and still do that.
All the best,
Glenn B
"IN CONGRESS, JULY 4th, 1776..."
"...The Unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America" - and so began the birth of our nation with the words of its founding document - The Declaration of Independence.
Take a little time out of your day today and listen to the words as you read along:
Okay, so you watched the video, heard The Declaration read aloud and probably read along as the words appeared on the screen. It took just over 10 minutes of your time to do so. I hope that was not too much of your time and pray you have a little bit left over - time enough to convince at least two other folks to watch that video and or read the words.
After that, enjoy the fruits of your labors with your family and or friends - maybe have a nice BBQ - enjoy the fireworks displays that are sure to abound - maybe even imbibe a few fine spirits (but do not drink & drive or handle firearms or fireworks please) and in general have a very happy and safe Independence Day.
All the best,
Glenn B
Take a little time out of your day today and listen to the words as you read along:
Okay, so you watched the video, heard The Declaration read aloud and probably read along as the words appeared on the screen. It took just over 10 minutes of your time to do so. I hope that was not too much of your time and pray you have a little bit left over - time enough to convince at least two other folks to watch that video and or read the words.
After that, enjoy the fruits of your labors with your family and or friends - maybe have a nice BBQ - enjoy the fireworks displays that are sure to abound - maybe even imbibe a few fine spirits (but do not drink & drive or handle firearms or fireworks please) and in general have a very happy and safe Independence Day.
All the best,
Glenn B
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Leftist Billionaire Says: " Maybe we can have, like, a nuclear war...
...and then we get a real course correction." As Fox news reported it:
"Left-wing billionaire Tom Steyer suggests in a Rolling Stone interview this week that “nuclear war” could provide a “course correction” for the U.S. following Donald Trump’s presidency." (More here at the source.) If you would like to see it in the context that he said it, go to this link.
Why is this apparently not being reported by the likes of CNN, MSNBC, MBC, CBS etc.? I ask that last because I did a Google search for "Tom Steyer Nuclear War" and came up with zero results for anything by any of those media outlets - at least in the first five pages of results, I figured if not in the first five pages articles by those media giants would not come up at all simply because they did not exist. I mean - wouldn't you think they would come up on page one with something that newsworthy. Anyway, I checked further. I did a Google Search of "CNN Tom Steyer Nuclear War" and again came up with nothing about it from any major media outlet except Fox News. Did the same thing substituting MSNBC in place of CNN and also came up with zilch except for Fox news as far as big media goes. Then I looked at the CNN home page - nothing there about it either that I saw. That may all change, once enough people get pissed off that they are not reporting it, they may post a small blurb but I would bet they will not condemn him for having said it.
Now if you think this was false reporting by Fox or if you merely do not prefer to believe the quote is real because Fox News is considered by many to be conservative - then read on because there definitely is a leftist leaning liberal source for the quote. The one liberal media outlet that did post what he reportedly said was Rolling Stone Magazine. After all - he reportedly said it in an interview by Rolling Stone. So if you want confirmation by a leftist/liberal organization that he said that - before he backpedaled after being told by the interviewer that what he said was "sobering", - go to this link.
I can just hear they, the extremists on the left, who will support him: "But - but - but - he took it back the comment about nuclear war so that makes it okay". In other words, it will make it right in his mind and in the vacuums that pass for minds of extreme leftists and they will continue on in their march to destroy America. Please note, I did not say all on the eft - just the extremists on the left (I add that as a clarification for someone who recently wrongly accused me of saying everyone on the left was a POS like Peter Fonda when all I essentially said was that those like him on the left are also POS. I don't need anyone again wrongly telling me what I meant by what I said but I have wandered so back to my post.)
I think that statement only goes to show how crazy and twisted and vehemently hateful are the thoughts of extreme leftists. Imagine for a moment - he would have had the USA in a nuclear war. What was he thinking. We would be attacked with nuclear weapons and we would strike back back with nuclear weapons and maybe the whole world destroyed just to get rid of President Donald Trump and set a course correction for America! Is he fucking crazy!
As I said tough, he reportedly took that statement back and decided he should be a bit more tempered! So exactly with what would he like to temper his nuclear war statement - an air, sea and ground invasion of the USA by communist forces, a full scale civil war right here on our soil, the dissolution of our government after a military coup - or what???????????? If no crazy maybe he was being sly as a fox. Was his alleged statement part of a continued plan to spew forth hateful rhetoric in the hope that what he said would have the effect of stirring other extremists into a frenzy of hatred and violence! It seems to be the norm for the likes of him lately.
Idea men like these - whom I think have ideas with little to no logical thought in them are dangerous. I also think what is worse though are the loonies that will suck up his ideas like a dried out sponge sucks up water. All I see people like him producing are plans filled with nasty emotions and dreams of violence that will destroy their enemies. Who are their enemies - evidently all who do not agree with them! Yes, they are dangerous to the extreme and it seems that each day - more and more folks on the left arethoughtfully
vacuously spewing forth hatred with each and every exhalation. I think, that sooner rather than much later, it is all going to result in mass violence for which the leftists seemingly keep hoping.
Pray for peace folks but be prepared for civil war and be prepared to defend yourselves, your families & loved ones and maybe even your neighbors. I do not say this lightly - it may be just over the horizon.
All the best,
Glenn B
"Left-wing billionaire Tom Steyer suggests in a Rolling Stone interview this week that “nuclear war” could provide a “course correction” for the U.S. following Donald Trump’s presidency." (More here at the source.) If you would like to see it in the context that he said it, go to this link.
Why is this apparently not being reported by the likes of CNN, MSNBC, MBC, CBS etc.? I ask that last because I did a Google search for "Tom Steyer Nuclear War" and came up with zero results for anything by any of those media outlets - at least in the first five pages of results, I figured if not in the first five pages articles by those media giants would not come up at all simply because they did not exist. I mean - wouldn't you think they would come up on page one with something that newsworthy. Anyway, I checked further. I did a Google Search of "CNN Tom Steyer Nuclear War" and again came up with nothing about it from any major media outlet except Fox News. Did the same thing substituting MSNBC in place of CNN and also came up with zilch except for Fox news as far as big media goes. Then I looked at the CNN home page - nothing there about it either that I saw. That may all change, once enough people get pissed off that they are not reporting it, they may post a small blurb but I would bet they will not condemn him for having said it.
Now if you think this was false reporting by Fox or if you merely do not prefer to believe the quote is real because Fox News is considered by many to be conservative - then read on because there definitely is a leftist leaning liberal source for the quote. The one liberal media outlet that did post what he reportedly said was Rolling Stone Magazine. After all - he reportedly said it in an interview by Rolling Stone. So if you want confirmation by a leftist/liberal organization that he said that - before he backpedaled after being told by the interviewer that what he said was "sobering", - go to this link.
I can just hear they, the extremists on the left, who will support him: "But - but - but - he took it back the comment about nuclear war so that makes it okay". In other words, it will make it right in his mind and in the vacuums that pass for minds of extreme leftists and they will continue on in their march to destroy America. Please note, I did not say all on the eft - just the extremists on the left (I add that as a clarification for someone who recently wrongly accused me of saying everyone on the left was a POS like Peter Fonda when all I essentially said was that those like him on the left are also POS. I don't need anyone again wrongly telling me what I meant by what I said but I have wandered so back to my post.)
I think that statement only goes to show how crazy and twisted and vehemently hateful are the thoughts of extreme leftists. Imagine for a moment - he would have had the USA in a nuclear war. What was he thinking. We would be attacked with nuclear weapons and we would strike back back with nuclear weapons and maybe the whole world destroyed just to get rid of President Donald Trump and set a course correction for America! Is he fucking crazy!
As I said tough, he reportedly took that statement back and decided he should be a bit more tempered! So exactly with what would he like to temper his nuclear war statement - an air, sea and ground invasion of the USA by communist forces, a full scale civil war right here on our soil, the dissolution of our government after a military coup - or what???????????? If no crazy maybe he was being sly as a fox. Was his alleged statement part of a continued plan to spew forth hateful rhetoric in the hope that what he said would have the effect of stirring other extremists into a frenzy of hatred and violence! It seems to be the norm for the likes of him lately.
Idea men like these - whom I think have ideas with little to no logical thought in them are dangerous. I also think what is worse though are the loonies that will suck up his ideas like a dried out sponge sucks up water. All I see people like him producing are plans filled with nasty emotions and dreams of violence that will destroy their enemies. Who are their enemies - evidently all who do not agree with them! Yes, they are dangerous to the extreme and it seems that each day - more and more folks on the left are
vacuously spewing forth hatred with each and every exhalation. I think, that sooner rather than much later, it is all going to result in mass violence for which the leftists seemingly keep hoping.
Pray for peace folks but be prepared for civil war and be prepared to defend yourselves, your families & loved ones and maybe even your neighbors. I do not say this lightly - it may be just over the horizon.
All the best,
Glenn B
Friday, June 29, 2018
Found Myself An Extra Magazine For My Voere...
...and I did not have to order it from Poland or Germany either. Guy in Ohio had one for sale on eBay. In fact, I saw two Voere mags, both marked "Aut." on the baseplate like mine. Thing is the one at $44.99 plus 6.99 shipping did not look exactly like mine. The other one was a dead ringer for the one I already have so I ordered it.
It was not cheap @ $100 plus $8 shipping. Luckily something came up on the item screen I had never seen on eBay before - a notice telling me if I used a code I could get $15 off. I used the code so my total was $93. Darned expensive for a 22LR magazine. Then again, those I have seen being offered in Germany and Poland, by way of the Internet, are going for $80 plus shipping and - I'd have to wait however long, have them go through Customs, maybe get arrested as an arms smuggler. and whatever. (Years ago, ATF banned further importation of the Voere rifles that fire from an open bolt and I am none to sure you can import parts for them legally.)
So, if it arrives, is the same one that was pictured on eBay and works properly, I will be a happycamper shootist. If not, even though the guy does not accept returns, eBay insures it will be as advertised and such or my money back.
All the best,
Glenn B
It was not cheap @ $100 plus $8 shipping. Luckily something came up on the item screen I had never seen on eBay before - a notice telling me if I used a code I could get $15 off. I used the code so my total was $93. Darned expensive for a 22LR magazine. Then again, those I have seen being offered in Germany and Poland, by way of the Internet, are going for $80 plus shipping and - I'd have to wait however long, have them go through Customs, maybe get arrested as an arms smuggler. and whatever. (Years ago, ATF banned further importation of the Voere rifles that fire from an open bolt and I am none to sure you can import parts for them legally.)
So, if it arrives, is the same one that was pictured on eBay and works properly, I will be a happy
All the best,
Glenn B
Okay Everyone - Think The Number 112
Nope, this is not a magic trick but if magic works who can knock it so please send some this way. The number 112 is my sons raffle number in a firearms raffle. There are only two more chances for his number to win, tonight and tomorrow night. Maybe if you all think of his number - it will come in as the NY Lottery's daily evening number and make him a winner in the gun raffle. Who knows.
Tonight's prize is a Ruger Mini 14 and tomorrow's is a$500 gift card at a gun shop.
Yeah, I have tickets too. While he has just one, I have seven but mine are relatively unimportant. Don't get me wrong - sure I would like to win but seeing him win would be much better.
All the best,
Glenn B
Tonight's prize is a Ruger Mini 14 and tomorrow's is a$500 gift card at a gun shop.
Yeah, I have tickets too. While he has just one, I have seven but mine are relatively unimportant. Don't get me wrong - sure I would like to win but seeing him win would be much better.
All the best,
Glenn B
Thursday, June 28, 2018
Invest Now - Then Keep A Few Out & Bury The Rest
They certainly make some excellent videos. I miss the guy with the beard (who sadly assed on a couple or few years back) but nonetheless their videos are usually excellent.
All the best,
Glenn B
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
A Heart Warming Story Of An Armed Mother's Love
This past Friday, a Virginia mother, protecting herself and her two daughters, fired two shots at a New Zealand man who had thrown a landscaping stone through their front door. He allegedly had traveled from New Zealand to Australia to Los Angeles to Washington, DC by air - then taken a bus to Richmond and allegedly claimed he had hitchhiked 30 miles to get to their house. Why? Apparently because he wanted to see the woman's 14 year old daughter. The man had been in contact with the daughter on the Internet for an extended period but the contact had been broken off previously and he reportedly had been told the girl no longer wished to communicate with him. (More at the source.)
Well, maybe he wanted to do a bit more than see her. It was reported that when police arrived they found he was in possession of a knife, duct tape and pepper spray - all purchased once he was in the USA. What on earth do you think he might have done with that had the mother not armed herself and shot him after he threw that landscaping stone though their front door essentially destroying the mostly glass door.
The man has reportedly not yet been charged but my guess is that once he is out of the hospital he will be brought to justice. Oh, did I forget to mention - mama shot him in the neck. Maybe, if the bullet(s) or bone fragments hit the spinal cord, he will wind up paralyzed and never again able to commit such an alleged act.
It truly warms the cockles of my heart to read stories like this.
All the best,
Glenn B
Well, maybe he wanted to do a bit more than see her. It was reported that when police arrived they found he was in possession of a knife, duct tape and pepper spray - all purchased once he was in the USA. What on earth do you think he might have done with that had the mother not armed herself and shot him after he threw that landscaping stone though their front door essentially destroying the mostly glass door.
The man has reportedly not yet been charged but my guess is that once he is out of the hospital he will be brought to justice. Oh, did I forget to mention - mama shot him in the neck. Maybe, if the bullet(s) or bone fragments hit the spinal cord, he will wind up paralyzed and never again able to commit such an alleged act.
It truly warms the cockles of my heart to read stories like this.
All the best,
Glenn B
Monday, June 25, 2018
We Need To Purge This Country Of Sick Violent Animals...
...like the five alleged gang members who killed a 15 year old boy, an NYPD Police Explorer, this past Friday in the Bronx, NY in an apparent case of mistaken identity. I don't care how we get rid of them but get rid of them is what we need to do and in doing so we need to assure it is a permanent solution so that they will never return to be free to do something like this again.
The filth to which I am referring reportedly relentlessly and repeatedly stabbed and hacked to death the boy (there is a video of the attack embedded below under the page break). It has been reported that they are members of the Trinitarios. Supposedly, gang members offered an apology to the boy's mother by saying it was a case of mistaken identity (source) - yet someone claiming to be one of the killers boasted about it on Instagram (source)! Imagine their unmitigated vile and sickening gall to brag about killing anyone let alone it having been the wrong person. They are the scum of the scum of the earth - in my opinion - they do not deserve to live.
Are you a bleeding heart, are you a leftist or liberal or a religious on the right who believes they deserve another chance and that they only killed the boy the way they did because they have been oppressed all of their lives and you want to offer every excuse for them! If so, watch the embedded video, if you do not change your mind after that to believing they are nothing more than sick savages and brutal animals - you are part of the problem.
Note, the video shows an actual extremely brutal and gruesome killing - it is not for the squeamish. Thus it is under the cover of a page break, click below to be able to watch it. My guess is it will be removed soon, either from my blog by Blogger or from the Internet by the news organization that posted it. I am very surprised they actually posted it for public review, it is that horrible; yet, they did post it. So, if you really want to watch it, do so while still available. I am sharing it only so that it may help make people wake up to what our country has become - a haven for violent thugs, gang members and other criminals - and hopefully take action to change things.
The filth to which I am referring reportedly relentlessly and repeatedly stabbed and hacked to death the boy (there is a video of the attack embedded below under the page break). It has been reported that they are members of the Trinitarios. Supposedly, gang members offered an apology to the boy's mother by saying it was a case of mistaken identity (source) - yet someone claiming to be one of the killers boasted about it on Instagram (source)! Imagine their unmitigated vile and sickening gall to brag about killing anyone let alone it having been the wrong person. They are the scum of the scum of the earth - in my opinion - they do not deserve to live.
Are you a bleeding heart, are you a leftist or liberal or a religious on the right who believes they deserve another chance and that they only killed the boy the way they did because they have been oppressed all of their lives and you want to offer every excuse for them! If so, watch the embedded video, if you do not change your mind after that to believing they are nothing more than sick savages and brutal animals - you are part of the problem.
Note, the video shows an actual extremely brutal and gruesome killing - it is not for the squeamish. Thus it is under the cover of a page break, click below to be able to watch it. My guess is it will be removed soon, either from my blog by Blogger or from the Internet by the news organization that posted it. I am very surprised they actually posted it for public review, it is that horrible; yet, they did post it. So, if you really want to watch it, do so while still available. I am sharing it only so that it may help make people wake up to what our country has become - a haven for violent thugs, gang members and other criminals - and hopefully take action to change things.
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Damn, I Am Not Receiving Comment Notifications Again!
I went through the litany of things I tried last time this happened and hopefully I eliminated whatever again caused me not to receive notices that there were pending comments for my blog. I just went in and published several comments, I think dating back as far as May 23rd. Sorry for the delay folks and no I was not ignoring you (well at least not the folks who left half respectful comments).
Edited To Add: Seems to be working now.
All the best,
Glenn B
Edited To Add: Seems to be working now.
All the best,
Glenn B
The Day So Far...
...has been okay with only one exception - more on that
later.
All the best,
Glenn B
I started off at about 0530 this morning when I heard Abby
whining at the top of the cellar stairs. Notice I did not say the top of the
basement stairs; I guess that's because we had a coal cellar in both of the
apartment building in which I lived as a kid into my twenties. Even though
often used synonymously - a basement is often thought of as the downstairs
(below ground) portion of a house used for storage or for a recreational room.
On the other hand, a cellar is a below ground room beneath a dwelling in which
things like wine or coal usually are stored in bulk. In our house, we have no
coal and little wine stored in our cellar but I do have a little bit of lead,
copper and brass - so for me it is our cellar.
Way did I go off on a tangent...
Back to Abby our long haired Chihuahua (actually first named
by me as: A B Something & A B Normal). Well she was up at the top of the
stairs, prone and looking down at me while whining away with her I want to go
outside whine. So up and away I was to let her out. Right after I let her out,
I let Pepe from his cage to go outside and spritz the bushes - his usual
morning routine. He sleeps in a cage, one of those used to transport dogs to
the vet and such, every night that we do not forget to tell him to go to bed.
He goes in on his own when you tell him go to bed. All of our dogs, even our
much larger mutt Mimi will get in that cage to take a nap during the day. They
love it. Anyway, Pepe being a male is a pisser both figuratively and literally
and he will pee in the cellar so we keep him locked up at night. he makes it
through every night without having to go. The thing is, if we live him uncaged,
he may get up in the middle of the night and come to where one of us is
sleeping and spin round and around with his I gotta go outside spin but he
makes zero noise when doing it. He rarely whines to go out. If you are not
awake and if he does not awaken you when he does it, he will go and pee
wherever in the cellar that he pleases. So locked up at night he stays. Then,
Mimi decided to join the other two and she came up from the cellar to do her
thing outside.
Once they were back inside, I gave them fresh water and fed
them breakfast. It was then that Lucy, the last of our three Chihuahuas graced
us with her presence - she had been sleeping upstairs. They all wolfed down
their morning meal and back outside they all went - well for Lucy it was her
first time outside today.
After that, I made a pot of coffee. As that was brewing, I
grabbed one of the leftover Bratwursts, from yesterday's dinner, from the
fridge and threw it in a frying pan with some butter and some browned onions.
Once that had gotten nice and hot, and the onions were getting much browner
than my wife had made them, I grabbed a couple of eggs and threw them in there
too. That was my breakfast along with bit of tart cherry juice. It was delicious.
The Bratwursts were not the
usual ones we get from either Forest Pork Store or Morscher's Pork Store (I
highly recommend this place and that plug is absolutely gratis) nor those my
brothers-in-law sometimes bring us but were from - of all places - Costco. They
were Kirkland brand and I had decided to buy them on a lark. They were quite
the tasty morsels - granted not as good as those from the pork stores or the
brothers-in-law but yummy indeed. My wife thought they were very good and my
mother-in-law said they were delicious and very good (any compliments like that
from her are high praise indeed especially since I had cooked them, she often
refuses to eat what I cook). I have tried only one other packaged Bratwurst
before, those offered by Boar's Head; they were excellent - as good as those
among the best we get. When I see them around here, I am going to get them and
cook them up without telling anyone where they were from and see how well they
go over. I had then just one time, while visiting Brendan in AR this past
spring and we were both very surprised at how good they tasted.
Once done with breakfast and the breakfast dishes, it was
already around 0700. I went back downstairs to the basement cellar watched a
little bit of the news, watched a bit of some old movie or another and dicked
putzed around with a couple of my guns, did this and that. Next thing I knew it
was already 0830 or so. That meant the wife had already made breakfast of
blueberry pancakes for her and the Then I spent about 2 hours online doing
nothing of importance to anyone but me, mostly stuff related to my blog and
or guns.
At 1030 or so, I decided to go outside and grab my brand new edge
trimmer and do some edge trimming on my front law. It had not been edge trimmed
in about two years. Yep, I kept on meaning to get a new edge trimmer but as I
have said before and will say again right now - I am The Great Procrastinator.
I found the box in the garage just where I left it about a week or more ago
when I brought it home from Homer's Depot. I opened the box, took everything
out of it, went outside to our small front patio, sat down at the patio table
and started reading the instructions. I stopped reading after I saw how to put
it together and I slapped everything in place. Then I went at trimming an edge
around the lawn. The damn line kept breaking, I guess because it was hitting
concrete. Not a problem if it had it automatically fed more line but was a
problem cause it did not feed any and I had to take it apart about 8 to 10
times to refeed the line manually. Luckily I had bought two extra spools of
line cause I went through just a bit more than two of them. It was feeding
properly and I had gotten better at it by the third spool. (maybe I should read all of the instructions.)
Got most of it done
and then my back had a spasm - I did say I'd get back to the one thing that was
the exception to it having been a good day so far. Mother jumper my back has
not spazzed like that in 10 to 15 years. I have been lifting lots of heavy bags
of Calico Stone to put a border around one side of the backyard, potting and garden soil for planting veggies, putting in a small, paving stone, platform for our smoker and stuff like that over the past couple of weeks and I guess I
threw out my back a bit two days ago. I should have waited longer before doing
anything where I had to bend but shit had to be done and even though I love to procrastinate - two years had been long enough a wait for the edge trimming.
I gave myself a short break, did a bit more edging and then
said screw it. There was only a small portion along my short driveway left and
instead of moving my car to be able to do it, I put away the edge trimmer
because I had another spasm. She who must be adored brought me some Aleve for
the asking, I took them and then started to sweep up my mess. I bent over
several more times but was not lugging the edge trimmer nor yanking the extension cord (it's electric) and no more spasms.
Got
the sweeping done and put everything, for the rest of my garden work, away. I
do not need to throw out the back in a worse way, so will let it rest for the
remainder of the day. The wife took a look at what I had done and was quite
pleased and seemed sympathetic about my back. Maybe that was because hers had
been aching a couple of days ago as well. Then it was back to the cellar for me to
clean up and holy cow when I looked at the clock I saw it was 2PM. Where had
the time gone - I had been outside trimming, edging, pulling weeds from the
cracks in the sidewalk & paving stones and then sweeping for over three
hours.
Then what to do but sit down, once all cleaned up, with the
A/C on full blast (yes it was very warm and humid outside and I had gotten
soaked in my own sweat) and enjoy a Paulaner Hefe Weisse Bier. Now, as I have
pointed out too many times before, I am subject to getting gout attacks and had
one last weekend. Thus I drank only on two days since last Saturday - a single drink of vodka on
Wednesday and a few drinks on Friday night. No beers at all because beer is the
worst for the gout. I am taking a chance by having a beer today but I
probably will be alright since I did not drink a lot
this last week and had no
other beers at all. I hope so anyway because I am about to have a second one.
They are extremely delicious. Of course, I could have something else, maybe a
vodka and lemonade (less chance of it causing gout or so said my doctor and my experience indicates she was right), but I was seriously in the mood for a couple of these fine
German biers and after that edge trimming and such - I deserve them.
All the best,
Glenn B
Good Fences Make Good Neighbors...
..and good signs help keep them on their side of the fence alive and well.
All the best,
Glenn B
All the best,
Glenn B
I Can Tolerate The Devout Religious...
...so long as they do not push their dogma down my throat nor attack me. Then again, should they attack my family, they would get unholy hell from me in response.
Not only does the priest strike the infant at least twice (the first time from around the back of the baby's head) and then directly to the face, but he pulls the baby's head to his shoulder and apparently refuses to give the baby over to the mother (or the lady standing there if not he mother). If I had been the guy who I am assuming was the father of the baby, who then took the baby from the priest, there would have been a good chance I would have handed the baby to someone else and givenfucking priest a small example of what he can expect in hell. Watch it again and take a good look at that mans face just a split second before the video ends - he looks pissed and leans in toward the priest who still has not let completely go of the child; maybe the priest wound up getting a little taste of fire & brimstone after all.
How the Church has not completely defrocked this piece of shit is totally beyond me. Then again, it should come as no surprise to me as in the past they have covered up the crimes of pedophile priests instead of having them prosecuted - the Church can be that vile.
All the best,
Glenn B
Not only does the priest strike the infant at least twice (the first time from around the back of the baby's head) and then directly to the face, but he pulls the baby's head to his shoulder and apparently refuses to give the baby over to the mother (or the lady standing there if not he mother). If I had been the guy who I am assuming was the father of the baby, who then took the baby from the priest, there would have been a good chance I would have handed the baby to someone else and given
How the Church has not completely defrocked this piece of shit is totally beyond me. Then again, it should come as no surprise to me as in the past they have covered up the crimes of pedophile priests instead of having them prosecuted - the Church can be that vile.
All the best,
Glenn B
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Sometinmes I Do Stupid...
...and I had thought did exactly that when I sold the Argentine Modelo 1891bayonet that came with my Chileno Mauser. I really had no use for it and figured it was not the correct bayonet for the Mauser and sold it at a garage sale. It was only after I sold it that I got to thinking about it; shame on me for being The Great Procrastinator occasionally even when it comes to thinking!
The more I thought about that bayonet and the more I wondered why the Argentine crest had been ground off of it - the more I became convinced that it may have been a captured blade and then put into use by the Chilean armed forces on their Mausers. Of course it would fit the rifle, both Argentina and Chilean militaries were equipped with Mausers (not the same models but apparently close enough to fit the same bayonets). A little more thought and I figured it may also have been part of a contracted shipment of bayonets originally made for Argentina but then for some reason intentionally diverted to Chile by the manufacturer. No matter what I came up with as the possible reason a Chileno Mauser had an Argentine bayonet attached to it - all I could think was that maybe it belonged there and I had screwed up by breaking up the pair.
So, I started looking around on the end-all-be-all when it comes to doing quick research - the Internet. I found some site or forum wherein the author claimed that I was indeed correct, they had been seized during combat between Chile and Argentina. I searched the Internet, found one for sale at less than the price for which I had sold mine, and ordered it figuring it was meant to be paired with my rifle. It arrived today - as nice looking as the first one.
I got a bit more curious about it today and tried to find the site or forum where I had read these were seized bayonets. I could not find it. What I did find though was a site that seems to have more, better detailed, better organized and what was probably correct information about these bayonets: WorldBayonets.com - specifically this page about Argentine bayonets. If you read it and compare it to why I thought the crest was ground off, you will see, I was evidently wrong. It was not because these bayonets were captured by the Chilean military from Argentine forces - nor that a shipment first destined to Argentina was rerouted to Chile. In other words, the site where I saw the info saying they had been seized in combat was also full of balderdash even though the author seemed to come off intelligently and as someone knowledgeable on the subject. The apparent reason the crests had been ground off was much more benign - it was because when these blades were exported to the USA as surplus in the 1950s and 1960s, the Argentine government required that their seal be ground off (and note that WorldBayonets makes reference to Colin Webster the author who wrote a book about them while the other guy referenced no one). There went my hopes, that it actually belonged with the Chileno Mauser, over the cliff to the wave battered rocks below. Anyway, I'd sure like to find one with the seal intact - might be worth quite a bit more.
So, what is the correct bayonet for my Chileno Mauser. It is the Chileno Modelo 1895 bayonet; most of them were made by Weyersberg-Kirschbaum (source) - the same company that made the Argentine bayonets (source). I am going to search out one of them and in the meantime I can adorn my Chileno Mauser with the Argentine bayonet just for the heck of it.
So if you thought I was going to say I was an idiot for selling the first one - no I was not even though I should have done more checking before getting rid of it. After all, what I made on it paid for about 40% of what I had paid for it and the Mauser nd the rifle is worth way more than he remaining 60%. What I did though that was really stupid was ordering the second one based on my idea that it belonged paired with the Chileno Mauser and may have been a captured bayonet and then believing what I had wanted to believe about it after to brief a check. I really should have done additional research on these bayonets and I would have found out it was not correct for the Chileno Mauser and thus did not need to order it.
How did it wind up on the Chileno Mauser - who in Hades knows! My uneducated guess is that they were abundant when the Chileno Mausers were imported and because they fit them - dealers snapped them into place to make the rifles more appealing. Like I said though, that is just my guess - don't go quoting me as some sort of expert on them.
Back to my stupidity for a moment - sometimes even being stupid has its unexpected rewards. I sold my original Argentine bayonet for about $110. I had had it for sale at $125 but lowered the price in a package deal to someone buying numerous items from me and it worked out to that amount when sold. I purchased the new one for $90.03. That is just .03 cents under what will be a $20 profit if I sell the new one for the same price. A profit would be a nice reward. Since these usually sell for quite a bit higher than the price I paid for the second one, even somewhat more than what for what I sold the first one, I probably will have no difficulty selling it and reaping that profit if I decide to do so. So even though I should not have bought the second one without further checking to see if it belonged paired with my Chileno Mauser - I may have made out by buying it. That is, I may have made out, if I decide to sell this one too. It may wind up as a wall hanger for awhile before I do that.
When it comes right down to it, the end result was not bad at all considering everything - even my stupidity.
All the best,
Glenn B
The more I thought about that bayonet and the more I wondered why the Argentine crest had been ground off of it - the more I became convinced that it may have been a captured blade and then put into use by the Chilean armed forces on their Mausers. Of course it would fit the rifle, both Argentina and Chilean militaries were equipped with Mausers (not the same models but apparently close enough to fit the same bayonets). A little more thought and I figured it may also have been part of a contracted shipment of bayonets originally made for Argentina but then for some reason intentionally diverted to Chile by the manufacturer. No matter what I came up with as the possible reason a Chileno Mauser had an Argentine bayonet attached to it - all I could think was that maybe it belonged there and I had screwed up by breaking up the pair.
So, I started looking around on the end-all-be-all when it comes to doing quick research - the Internet. I found some site or forum wherein the author claimed that I was indeed correct, they had been seized during combat between Chile and Argentina. I searched the Internet, found one for sale at less than the price for which I had sold mine, and ordered it figuring it was meant to be paired with my rifle. It arrived today - as nice looking as the first one.
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| Like with the first one, this second one has matching serial numbers on the blade and on the scabbard. |
So, what is the correct bayonet for my Chileno Mauser. It is the Chileno Modelo 1895 bayonet; most of them were made by Weyersberg-Kirschbaum (source) - the same company that made the Argentine bayonets (source). I am going to search out one of them and in the meantime I can adorn my Chileno Mauser with the Argentine bayonet just for the heck of it.
So if you thought I was going to say I was an idiot for selling the first one - no I was not even though I should have done more checking before getting rid of it. After all, what I made on it paid for about 40% of what I had paid for it and the Mauser nd the rifle is worth way more than he remaining 60%. What I did though that was really stupid was ordering the second one based on my idea that it belonged paired with the Chileno Mauser and may have been a captured bayonet and then believing what I had wanted to believe about it after to brief a check. I really should have done additional research on these bayonets and I would have found out it was not correct for the Chileno Mauser and thus did not need to order it.
How did it wind up on the Chileno Mauser - who in Hades knows! My uneducated guess is that they were abundant when the Chileno Mausers were imported and because they fit them - dealers snapped them into place to make the rifles more appealing. Like I said though, that is just my guess - don't go quoting me as some sort of expert on them.
Back to my stupidity for a moment - sometimes even being stupid has its unexpected rewards. I sold my original Argentine bayonet for about $110. I had had it for sale at $125 but lowered the price in a package deal to someone buying numerous items from me and it worked out to that amount when sold. I purchased the new one for $90.03. That is just .03 cents under what will be a $20 profit if I sell the new one for the same price. A profit would be a nice reward. Since these usually sell for quite a bit higher than the price I paid for the second one, even somewhat more than what for what I sold the first one, I probably will have no difficulty selling it and reaping that profit if I decide to do so. So even though I should not have bought the second one without further checking to see if it belonged paired with my Chileno Mauser - I may have made out by buying it. That is, I may have made out, if I decide to sell this one too. It may wind up as a wall hanger for awhile before I do that.
When it comes right down to it, the end result was not bad at all considering everything - even my stupidity.
All the best,
Glenn B
Friday, June 22, 2018
Praise The Lord And Pass The Vodka
In other words, thank the heavens, I do not drink bourbon:
http://www.foxnews.com/food-drink/2018/06/22/bourbon-storage-facility-collapses-in-kentucky-sending-barrels-crashing-to-ground.html
All the best,
GB
http://www.foxnews.com/food-drink/2018/06/22/bourbon-storage-facility-collapses-in-kentucky-sending-barrels-crashing-to-ground.html
All the best,
GB
It's Friday And I Just Checked My Meter...
...to see if I give a fuck. Here are my results:
All the best,
Glenn B
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