BOHICA - New Chi-Com Xi Flu Variant

Omicron variant COVID-19, BA.2

New COVID variant - Reuters Story 

Because no one is running out to get the booster (#4) that Pfizer CEO Albert Bourla is pushing, and everyone is distracted by Ukraine.

OMG... We Are So Fucked!

This is what gets burped up when a (p)Resident narrows the choices not only to a like-minded LIBTURD but only a black woman to be a SCOTUS justice.

Watch the whole video for the lead up, and then get the money shot at 6:52

 

Really? You are a woman, married to a man, with children you bore together, and you are unable to "define a woman?" Disgusting... and DISQUALIFYING!

Ms. Brown-Jackson... you are ONLY unable to state such a definition for political and ideological reasons, and for virtue signalling to the mentally ill that either don't know what they are or have been confused by indoctrination, so allow me to help you. Let's see, a WOMAN IS...

• Born with XX chromosones
• Has female genitalia at birth
  
• Has reproductive organs that produce eggs, female hormones, and can allow a fertilized egg to develop into another human being INSIDE her body
  
• Develops breasts that actually produce milk to feed the infant (not like the fake strap on set that Mayor Buttplug was pictured wearing. What a douche!)
  
• Pelvic bone structure that allows a baby to pass through the birth canal and out the vaginal opening
• Does not typically have facial hair and has finer and less body hair
  
• Has a higher pitched voice and an Adams Apple that is not pronounced
• Smaller overall bone structure and stature
• Will never be able to "compete" physically with a man that has gone through male puberty (although there are certainly exceptions).
  
• Lower body strength, as opposed to men that have upper body strength
• Pronouns are SHE/HER
• A woman is more emotional, where a man is more logical
  

You see, it's not that hard. Anything else is what's known as ENABLING. Just like the way it happens with addictive behavior and abuse. Playing into someone's mental illness only hurts them.

So I hereby urge every US Senator; those on the Judiciary Committee; DO NOT PUT HER FORWARD TO A FULL VOTE. If the Judiciary does put her nomination forward (you know damn well they will) then I urge every Senator to vote "NO" on her confirmation. Of course I know how the two dimwits from Kommiecticut will vote, since they are both LIBTURD Commies.

Review - On Your 6 Designs Kydex Holster

In Friday's afternoon mail delivery was my second dual mag carrier and holster for my Ruger SR9c from On Your 6 Designs. I had previously reviewed the dual mag carrier I bought for my Glock 21 Gen 3. The one that came for the Ruger was exactly the same, just smaller in overall size for the smaller magazines. The holster was a right hand OWB for wear at my 3 o' clock.

This review is going to be about the holster. I only have a couple of other kydex holsters, so I don't have a lot of experience with them. Because I was on ambulance duty that evening, I could only try it out for a couple of hours. Just like the mag carriers, the holster is securely threaded onto your belt. If I had to respond to a call, I would have to try and un-ass the holster and mag carrier, so I switched to my IWB setup that I can ditch quickly. But I found out something I would take care of the next day.

Saturday morning, I took the holster down to my gun bench. While wearing it the afternoon before, I discovered the back end of the slide of my SR9c digging into my side a bit. The holsters, like the mag carriers are adjustable for cant. Changing the holster to a forward cant eliminated the problem. With the gun empty, I drew and re-holstered it several times. Draw was smooth and natural feeling, and when placing the gun back in, it locked into place securely with an authoritative snap. The gun did not wiggle at all in the holster. I loaded the gun, placed it in the holster, and put two loaded mags in the carrier. I covered everything with a light denim shirt for concealment and proceeded to wear the rig for the day.

Comfort was reasonable, walking around, driving, sitting in a chair while watching TV, etc. There was no forgetting I was wearing a firearm, I always knew it was there. A few times during the day, I swept my shirt back and placed my hand on the grip of the gun ready to draw. It stayed in place on my belt and was always in exactly the same spot.

Bottom line... time will tell how they hold up, but I don't anticipate any failures. I have no issue with the price. I don't mind theading the holster onto my belt, but I wish the mag carrier could go on and off easier. I may try modifying one of the three sets of 1.75" belt loops into clips, and if that works, do the same with the 1.5" loops to be permanent. If it works I'll do another post about it.

 

Random Shit From The Past Few Days

Here is some stuff I thought you'd like to read about because I am oh so important and interesting. I actually started composing this Thursday evening but didn't get too far because I haven't had the keyboard time. Now this post spans several days.

Wednesday March 16th:  A mid-week day off for me but wifey had to work. I made myself a big breakfast (spam and cheese 3-egg omelette with an English muffin). When the early morning fog cleared and the sun came out temps went from the 30's to the 50's pretty quick. I took my Ridgeback boy for a nice 3 mile walk/hike. When I get up to the stop sign at the top of my road, there is no through traffic to the right. He comes off leash at that point. We then head up a colonial era dirt road that the town doesn't maintain in the winter and barely keeps it passable through the other three seasons. There are old stone foundations from homesteads from the colonial days if you know where to look.

The only remaining live utility is the CATV that feeds my road

 

While my walk was 3 miles, the dog did about 4 running on ahead, then running back to me, as well as all the exploring he did in the woods and fields. When we get back to the intersection at the top of my road he goes back on leash for the last 1/2 mile to home. When we got home he was pooped for the rest of the day. I got busy getting stuff together to go to the range.

As usual I had the range to myself since it was a weekday afternoon. An assortment of rifles , a couple of pistols, ammo, paper targets, and some 1 gallon water jugs. I also had some small bottles of sterile water from the ambulance that were expired and were going to be thrown away, but I grabbed them. A .22LR makes them explode pretty well. Punching holes in paper, popping water jugs, and whacking the fixed steel gongs at ranges from 50 to 200 yards. After that I moved to my handguns.

At my old club, drawing and shooting from a holster was forbidden. Not at my present club. I set up a full sized silhouette target at 7 yards and repeatedly drew and fired a doubletap to the chest, and one to the head. I did that several times, and then reloaded to a full compliment. I then did the "Hearts and Minds" shot again, and then did a mag dump on the steel plates at 25 yards behind the silhouette, dropped the empty, reloaded and banged all the plates again.  I did this evolution first with my Glock 21 then my S & W 45 Shield. When I was finished I packed up and headed for home to put everything away. Since the handguns both see carry duty, they were cleaned and put away. The rifles I will get to in the next several days.

Thursday March 17th: One of the big post Chi-Com Xi Flu Dem-panic and lockdown concerns is mental health, especially among children due to the isolation and face diaper wearing. We took in a juvenile on a law enforcement emergency committal. Related to Chi-Com Xi Flu or not, those calls always break my heart. My partner and I are both Dads, so we usually calm the situation by the time we get to the hospital. The patient was crying uncontrollably at the house, but calm and kind of smiling upon arrival. The very next day our department got another call for another juvenile psych, same age and sex but from a different address. Jeezus!

While waiting for a room assignment in the ER staging area, in came another town's ambulance with another psych case. This patient was in restraints and surrounded by two state troopers and four hospital security guards. I don't know what they did on scene to warrant the restraints, but the patient was calm and talking to someone on a cell phone while sitting on the stretcher. While I was standing near the nurses station, I noticed one of their computers was in screen saver mode. The hospital screen saver are like PSA's and reminders. One caught my eye, and I mad sure of what it said when it came around again

"Be sure to assess vaccine status, and vaccinate as indicated."

Yeah... fuck you! I had to go to that ER a year ago. I don't remember if they asked or not (the double doses of morphine makes my memory a little foggy), but I know for a fact I was not jabbed while there. I went alone and would not have been able to sign anything after the morphine, and no one was there to authorize anything on my behalf. The last couple of medical visits when asked about being jabbed, my answer has been "NO FREAKIN' WAY!" They just check the appropriate box on the paperwork and that's it.

I have noticed gas prices down some, but still over $4 per gallon. At the station I drive by the most in town, it is down to $4.39/gallon, down from the high about 2 weeks ago of $4.65/gallon. Since my commute is less than 4 miles round trip per day, my gas lasts a long time, and I only buy my gas out of town where it is even cheaper.

Friday March 18th: Another day off, but an 08:15 AM appointment for my annual FD physical and my DOT medical card. I passed the interior firefighter physical for the last time, because next year I will be over 60. That department policy may change though, because we have hardly any active interior firefighters and to lose another will be tough. The other problem is that the medical facility is holding up my DOT medical card. Because I have hereditary hypertension that is controlled with medication, I have to get an annual DOT card, not the normal biannual. Apparently, for the last three years, my doctor has not sent in the paperwork that verifies my blood pressure is under control and I am compliant with my meds. They faxed one to the doctor's office while I was still there, and I got a copy to hand deliver on my way home. My current DOT card expired today, so I will be on them every day this week until I receive it.

I had done a couple of errands on the way home, but forgot one. My wife's RAV-4 needed a new headlight. I only use Sylvania Silverstar Ultra in all my vehicles and needed to run back out to get one. Hey... that's a small errand, perfect for taking my bike instead of my big honkin' pickup truck! What a beautiful afternoon for a ride, 75 and sunny. I topped off the tire pressure, hooked up my cell phone for music streaming, and headed out. First, I had to stop at the firehouse to torment my normal shift partner. I pulled into the parking lot, and started doing circles in front of the day room window, music and horn blaring. I saw the vertical blinds part, and saw his hand giving me the proper salute I expected. Now before you call me a dick, this is a constant back and forth between he and I. On nice days when he is off riding and I am at work, I get a constant stream of photo text messages of every stop he makes while out riding. So this was a little payback for him. I took a little longer route to the auto parts store and back, but it was a nice 30 mile loop.

Back from the ride. This was just before I put the cover back on. Not sure when the next one will be

BTW... that spot under my bike is an old stain from the rear end of the classic car I once had. This is a Honda... no fluids come out unless I let them out.

Saturday March 19th: While getting ready to go to the town dump, I heard shooting coming from up over the hill at my other neighbor's range, and behind Mrs. Bitchy McBitchy Bitchface's house. It was pretty loud, so she must have been going apeshit! I finished loading up my trash and decided I would head up his range access road in my truck to see what he was up to.

I have permission to be on his property. Some horse people have asked if they could ride up there but he has turned them down. He has it posted with no trespassing signs that say there is an active shooting range. I have shot with him before on his old range, but not on this new one. I hiked up there a week ago and was amazed. He has modeled his range after youtuber Hickok45, just not as many targets.

 

 

 

The far targets are across a gully, with the hill as a backstop

Homemade shooting benches

To the rear of the shooting area. The bottles are plastic and full of water for targets

I met him on the access road in his side-by-side. He was all done shooting and on his way back. We parked nose to nose, and I got out to chat with him. He was surprised I got up the road because it is a little steep and there was a soupy spot. I told him I have good all-terrain tires, just eased through it steadily, and then climbed the hills gently so I didn't rip up his road. He appreciated that and we bullshitted out there for a good 40 minutes. Afterwards, I got myself turned around and followed him out of the woods. I went to the dump and then came straight home.

When I got home, wifey informs me her brother and wife were coming over for dinner and to play marbles (the board game). She insists she told me, but she did not. I informed her we are out of beer, and that I need to make a beer and wine run to Yankee Spirits up in Sturbridge, MA. I race up there, get the beer and wine, and top off my truck with gas. I get back before they arrive. They show up about a half hour later and the few beers I threw in the freezer were nice and cold. We ordered pizza and had dinner. Then spent the next few hours playing marbles. We always play guys against girls, and it was the girl's night to win every freakin' game. They left around 11.

Today was puttering in the garage (I had to test fit a borrowed car top carrier and roof rack rails on the wife's RAV-4). She is going away on a dog event weekend in Maryland next month, so I didn't want to wait until last minute to find out there was a problem. It all fits fine. I then spent a couple of hours moving heavy wet leaves left over from the fall that I didn't get picked up before the snow fell. The last load on my 9' x 12'  tarp weighed about 300 pounds, and I had to drag it about 70' to the woods to dump it. The pile is considerably smaller, and now that the top layers are gone, it can dry out over the next couple of days. I'll pick away at it after work each night.

Hmmmm?

While watching the 10 PM news on Fox 61 a few minutes ago, their lead story was about skyrocketing gas prices. They played a video clip of (p)Resident Joey Poopy-Pants blaming the entire high fuel price problem on Putin, which got me thinking....

I have not seen one sticker on a gas pump with Vladimir Putin's picture and the caption, "I did that!" on it. In fact, I haven't even seen such a thing offered for sale. But there sure are plenty featuring the Demon-Craps, and especially (p)Resident Joey Poopy-Pants.

I guess that means no one believes the dementia fueled bullshit coming out of his drooling pie hole, or being repeated by L'il Red Lyin' Hood.