Dirtbag Robs Convenience Store and Leaves BUT...

...then in a move right out of a Bizarro World playbook, for a reason as yet unknown, the robber allegedly came back to shoot and kill the store owner. Then the piece of shit suspected robber ultimately turned himself in to police. In an ironic twist of fate, the store owner - Ayub Ali - was the father of four teens, two of whom attended Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fl  but who had not been shot during the rampage that took place there some months ago. More at the source.

My condolences to the Ali family.


For the rest of you - wake up and realize that senseless killings like this - where the victim cooperated with the robber and gave him the money he was seeking but the robber killed him anyway - are why I believe you should arm yourself for self-defense. It would have been better for Mr. Ali to have gunned down the armed robber and to later have been called a racist (as almost undoubtedly would have been the case) or faced criminal charges had he defended himself and killed his attacker than to have died while trying to appease him - don't you think! I also think it would be better if the death penalty for the perpetrators of such crimes was mandatory.

All the best,
Glenn B

Screw Academy Sports

Academy Sports reportedly fired an employee, manager Dean Crouch, from their Tallahassee, FL store after he tackled a man who was allegedly attempting to flee the store with a pistol and ammunition he had just stolen. More at the source.

I shop at Academy Sports when I come across them in my travels. Most recently, I made a few trips to the one in Benton, AR when I was visiting Brendan. I spent quite a bit of cash there then. That is not going to happen again anytime soon unless Academy sports relents on their firing of Mr. Crouch.

I just got done contacting them via their onsite email system to tell them I will no longer shop there until they reinstate Mr. Crouch whom I think should have been applauded and given a raise. Screw Academy Sports and their gutless, spineless and immoral policy that says employees will be fired for taking such actions. In my mind, Mr. Crouch is a hero and may have well wound up preventing the thief from later harming someone as he had boasted he would do.

All the best,
Glenn B

"He Just Sucked...

…it in." The he was a fish - a Goliath Grouper. What he sucked in was a three foot long shark on the end of a fisherman's line. More at the source including the below video.



All the best,
Glenn B

Where Have I Heard This Type Of 'Logic' Before!

 

All the best,

GB

Wait For It...

 

 

Ingenuity at its best worst, just one more bit of proof of the dumbing down of mankind.

 

All the best,

Glenn B

Trump & Putin

 

All the best,

Glenn B

Lately Some Days Are Like....

...this: 

 

 

But way too many days are still like this:

All the best,
Glenn B
 

I Doubt Any Among Us Could Have Said It Better (cut & paste address)

The man who wrote the opinion piece at:

http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2018/07/16/im-running-for-senate-as-republican-my-democrat-parents-are-so-furious-theyre-backing-my-opponent.html

... said it eloquently, sensibly and factually. Tolerance is the go-to word of the left yet true tolerance seems far from what I have seen exhibited by most leftists, so much so as to make it appear as if that ideal is completely incomprehensible and alien to most of them. This man's parents seemingly being but one such example of leftists who use tolerance only in as much as it is part of the word intolerance and that being something by which they apparently live. 

Link did not work so I cut and pasted entire article address, hope it works.

All the best,
Glenn B

Build The Frigging Wall Already - Don't Delay

The invasion of the United States of America by illegal aliens, drug smugglers, child sex slave traffickers, terrorists, violent criminals must stop and must stop now. What are we waiting for - maybe a full scale invasion force from China or Russia to cross our borders before we wake up!

All the best,
Glenn B

Shooting Skill = Not Bad At All

 

 

The boy (actually well into manhood but still "my boy") sent me a picture of one of his latest targets. He said it was either 3 or 5 yards with him shooting his Glock 43 as fast as he could pull the trigger. Note that is not a full sized silhouette target - it is only 12"x16". 

Looks like he paid attention somewhat when being taught how to shoot - wouldn't you say!  Could it do with a tiny bit of improvement - sure it could but it is not bad at all as I see it. (As for that one above the head, do not know if that was a hole from a round or a mark on the target.)

He told me he has been going to the range once a week lately and shooting 100 rounds through his two 9mm pistols. I like it - practice is good when doing it right. I suggested he ought to shoot at least 300 rounds per range trip and maybe only go every other week. Yet, he prefers going more often and shooting less ammo because he cannot afford much more of the ammo. So, what was a responsible loving pop to do but order him a case of 9mm to help him along.

I ordered him a case of Sellier & Bellot, 115 grain, FMJ ammo from TargetSportsUSA.com. I have shot it before and like it, one of the better things about it, as far as I am concerned, is that it runs hotter than most other practice ammo. TargetSportsUSA has a great price when you consider it includes shipping for a case. Now if he shoots the 300 rounds per range trip as I recommended, he will have 100 rounds left over after three trips. Damn, this could get expensive.

All the best,
Glenn B

 

Beer and the Wheel - A Historical Essay

I've probably posted this here before or you likely have seen it elsewhere but it is always good to remind people of our history lest they forget and it is also good to tell our youngsters so they learn the important things about life. In keeping with my desire to further the education of one and all, here is today’s history lesson, with a little humor to liven it up. 

 BEER AND THE WHEEL

The two most important events in all of history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. Beer required grain and that was the beginning of agriculture. Neither the glass bottle nor aluminum can were invented yet, so while our early humans were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, they just stayed close to the brewery.  That's how villages were formed. The wheel was invented to get man to the beer and vice versa. These two were the foundation of modern civilization and together were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups: Liberals and Conservatives. 

Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to BBQ at night while they were drinking beer. This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement. Other men who were less skilled at hunting (called 'vegetarians' which was an early human word meaning 'bad hunter') learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ's and doing the sewing, fetching, and hairdressing.  This was the beginning of the liberal movement. 

Some of these liberal men “evolved” into women.  Others became known as girlie-men.  Some noteworthy liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives provided. Over the years Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant.  Liberals are symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons.  

Modern Liberals like special flavored beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine spritzers or imported bottled water.  They eat raw fish but like their beef well done.  Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard liberal fare.  Another interesting evolutionary side note: many liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men. Most college professors, social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, film makers in Hollywood, group therapists and community organizers are liberals. Liberals meddled in our national pastime and invented the designated hitter rule because it wasn't fair to make the pitcher also bat. 

Conservatives drink real beer.  They eat red meat and still provide for their women.  Conservatives are members of the military, big game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, athletes, airline pilots, and generally anyone who works productively.  Conservatives who own companies hire other Conservatives who want to work for a living. 

Liberals produce little or nothing.  They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production.  Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans.  That is why most of the liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were coming to America.  They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing. 

 

Here ends today's lesson in world history.  It should be noted that a liberal may have a momentary urge to angrily respond to this post. A Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be shared immediately to other true believers and to just piss-off more liberals.

 

And there you have it.  Let your next action reveal your true self. I'm going to grab a few beers and grill some steaks, right after post this.

 

All the best,

Glenn B

 

 

 

 

In The Beginning...

As I have said before: Fuck Obama. Now let me say: Fuck the kneelers of the NFL.

All the best,
Glenn B

Idiots Among Us

Putting your hand in front of a loaded and pulling the trigger to see if it still fires.

All the best,
Glenn B

Time Is Not On Her Side

 

All the best,

GB

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

A Woman's Heart

 

All the best,

GB

Never Give Up

All the bet,
Glenn B

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

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 of tonks (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 nodding with 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




 

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

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 are thoughtfully 



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


 

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 happy camper 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

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