Shamelessly borrowed from WRSA: Western Rifle Shooters Association and the only type of mail in voting I'd be willing to support. Sending a surprise "ballot" package to your favorite Uni-Party Establishment candidate would be the ultimate example of cancel culture.
Ted is a genius and was ahead of his time.
Prompted by the story coming out of the University of Southern Maine, as administrator of this blog I will issue the following position statement:
"There are ONLY TWO biological sexes."
I will also add that "ANY OTHER CLAIM is a manifestation or enabling of mental illness."
I am not transphobic, because I don't fear this nonsense, I just vehemently oppose it.
Cancel this, motherfuckers.
Gunfire rings out on the streets of every Demon-Crap controlled shithole city almost every night, yet they are with little exception, bastions of strict gun control. Only the connected "elites" are able to get a carry permit in places like NYC or Boston, but of course they are not the ones shooting up the streets. Almost every night on our local newscast, the "BREAKING NEWS" graphic comes up with reports of the latest shithole city shooting. I always say to my wife, "Whaaaaat? A shooting in [whatever shithole the report is from]! Say it ain't so!"
The eastern Kommiecticut area I live in is a collection of small towns with high per capita gun ownership, yet the only gunfire heard in my town is during the day mostly on the weekends from target shooting, a couple of rifle/pistol/trap ranges, and hunters during hunting season. The last shooting in town was caused recently by a moron's negligent discharge into their own leg. I mean what idiot fiddles with a red dot sight on a loaded handgun? Ever hear of The Four Rules of Gun Safety, idiot? Luckily the gun was loaded with FMJ target ammo, not defensive JHP so the wound was not total destruction of his limb. Prior to that was a couple of suicides by firearm, one a lever rifle and the other a shotgun. I know many people that carry all the time, myself included. The chances of a criminal surviving a violent encounter with an armed resident will be slim. There have been a couple of murders of unarmed people in the area over the past couple of years. A man was hacked up by a nut with a samurai sword who then proceeded to kidnap and kill others in NY and PA in 2020, and this past spring a guy was shot dead in his driveway by an acquaintance. This one happened a couple of weeks later and remains under investigation.
As I said, high per capita gun ownership. Most of the gun owners I know have multiple firearms and if they are any kind of shooter, THOUSANDS of rounds of ammo. Then there are the reloaders like myself that along with commercial and reloaded ammo have pounds of powder, thousands of primers, thousands more bullets, and countless brass. The ammo, along with the multiple firearms stored in safes harm no one. The same applies to that firearm and spare mags concealed on my belt standing next to unsuspecting patrons of the local store.
One of the first things I did when we moved into our house almost 18 years ago was put up the brand new UncommonUSA 20' telescopic flagpole I had purchased beforehand and had in storage. Knowing that the US Flag is supposed to be either lit or taken down at sunset, I originally chose to put a 150 watt halogen lamp with a dusk to dawn sensor on the overhang of my garage at flag level aimed right at the flags. LED light fixtures weren't really known or readily available, then when they became available they were prohibitively expensive. Lowe's recently had a fixture made by Lithonia Lighting for less than $60 with my military discount. I had decided the next time the 150W halogen lamp burned out would be the last. Yesterday morning, I swapped out the fixture.
The one I chose is rated for 2500 lumens, but the light temperature is switchable, from 3500K/4000K/5000K. The power rating regardless of light temperature setting is a minuscule 17 watts and it has an integrated dusk/dawn sensor. I initially had it set for 3500K mimicking what I had. But last night when we came home after dark I thought it was too dull and yellow looking. So this afternoon I threw a ladder and climbed up to switch it to the whiter 4000K. As I suspected, it made the colors of the my brand new US Flag really pop.
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| The flags tonight at 4000K |
The fire hydrant was a gift from my former neighbor when they moved away. It was removed by his Dad's construction company on a street renovation project, and my neighbor had it in his yard. It is deceiving how heavy those bastards are until you try to pick one up. The yellow second flag is for The Patriot Guard Riders and has their "Riding With Respect" saying on it. That will fly until November 1st, when I switch it out for the standard black and white POW/MIA flag for Veterans Day. That will stay up the entire month of November.
I may get a side benefit of annoying my *COTHO neighbor "Mrs. Bitchy McBitchy Bitchface" (H/T to fellow blogger Mr. Garabaldi for that nickname) as she leaves for work in the dark wee hours of the morning. The light shines into the woods past the flagpole and eventually onto her driveway. I hope it shines just right nice and bright as she drives by now that most of the leaves are down. Now it is setup exactly as the old one was, so only the higher light temperature may get noticed. However, I'm sure you can figure out what my response to any complaints will be.
*COTHO: Cunt Of The Highest Order
From Military.com:
"Between 1975 and 1990, Lebanon was embroiled in a country-wide civil war that saw its rival religious, ethnic and nationalist populations form armed militias and shifting alliances. The fighting inflamed regional tensions and provoked international responses.
One of these was a peacekeeping mission of American, British, French and Italian forces called the Multinational Force in Lebanon (MNF). Deployed as part of an agreed cease-fire after a Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO) attack on Israel and Israel's subsequent invasion of Lebanon in 1983, the MNF spent almost a year and a half in the Lebanese capital.
The MNF was responsible for training the Lebanese military, restoring the country's central government in Beirut and overseeing the withdrawal of all foreign forces in Lebanon. A massive suicide bomber attack on the Marine Corps Barracks in October 1983 wiped away any success the MNF could claim, and led to the eventual withdrawal of American forces in March 1984."
From The Marine Corps Times - "The BLT Building is gone!!"
This date holds special significance for me. At the time, I was serving in the US Army Reserve and sleeping comfortably in my own bed at night, every night. I reported for duty one weekend a month to Westover AFB in Chicopee, MA and went on a two week "summer camp" every year. I was not on watch 7/24/365 in some shithole country of ingrates somewhere. I had been married just a little over two months, and my wife was out of state for the funeral of her uncle Gary in Austin, Texas. When I heard the news of who was killed when the names were released I was devastated, and remember crying myself to sleep that night. I mean deep wracking sobs that left me out of breath and my eyes burning so bad they hurt to close.
Stephen was a childhood friend I had known since the fourth grade. When he first came to my elementary school, he was in a set of leg braces to stabilize his weak hips. The brace went from his waist, down both legs keeping them straight, with a cross-bar between his feet. His feet rested on steel plates with thick rubber treads for traction. He "walked" by using a pair of arm brace crutches and kind of skipped along. He was a clown and smart ass and he and I got into a lot of mischief together. In middle school he no longer needed the braces and from then on and in early high school we played Senior League baseball together. His Dad was the football and baseball coach at Rockville High School and our Senior League baseball coach. Because we went to different high schools, we lost touch, but I always heard about his athletic exploits, especially in baseball. It was no surprise that Stephen would join the Marines right out of high school.
His funeral service was an impromptu reunion of old school chums, but certainly not joyful. No one spoke to each other, just glances and silent nods of recognition. We followed the horse drawn caisson on foot from the church to the cemetery, where full military honors were rendered. It was my first exposure to Taps played at a funeral service, and is why to this day while doing a Patriot Guard mission for a perfect stranger, I get a little tug at the old heartstrings and a little choked up.
The athletic fields at Ellington High School were named in his honor a few years later with a permanent stone monument placed in one corner. I wear this patch on my biker vest in his honor.
Years later, his parents bought the house in the cul-de-sac two doors down from my parents, and his sister Nancy already lived a few houses down in the other direction. I had gone to the cemetery trying to find Stephen's grave, but could not. I went over to his dad's house to inquire where his grave was. All he would say is that Stephen had been cremated, which lead me to believe they kept his ashes. Rather than push the subject, I wished his father a good afternoon and simply left. I never had the guts to go ask his sister. Last I knew, Stephen's parents were living the retired life somewhere in Florida.
As a side note, my own cousin Steven is a Marine veteran a week younger than I am. He was part of the MNF in Beirut, Lebanon but I believe he had rotated out before the bombing. I don't know if he was in those barracks or somewhere else. But I do remember him remarking what a beautiful country those animals destroyed.
Stephen Tingley's death is the reason I get so miffed at the way people view and "celebrate" Memorial Day as the "1st Day of Summer" or National BBQ Day. It is also one of the many reasons I am a Patriot Guard Rider.
