Tuesday, December 28, 2010

*snerk*

By way of Tolewyn's da, we are treated to a selection of animal videos with voice-overs dubbed in by those cheeky lads over at the Beeb:

*gigglesnort*

LawDog

Monday, December 27, 2010

Yep, he's related to me.

My brother Chris gets his paws on a camera phone and a gnome and promptly scripts a Christmas tale.

LawDog

Thursday, December 23, 2010

And now we play the music of my people ...



I see that YouTube has taken down the TSO video I traditionally post here and replaced it with something bracketed by commercials.

Sigh.

Oh, well. The music is the important part anyway.

Happy holidays and a joyous Yule, Gentle Readers.

LawDog

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A little military Christmas humour:

OPERATION ORDER 12-05:
OFFICIAL VISIT OF LIEUTENANT GENERAL S. CLAUS

An official staff visit by LtGen Claus is expected at this base on 25 Dec. The following directives govern activities of all personnel during the visit:

  1. Not a creature will stir without permission. This includes Officers, Warrant Officers, Staff Non-commissioned Officers, Noncommissioned Officers, and mice. Marines may obtain special stirring permits for necessary tasks through the Battalion S-1 Office (See Company Office for PAR).
  2. All personnel will settle their brains for a long winter nap no later than 2200 hours, 24 December. Uniform for the nap will be: pajamas: cotton, light-weight, general purpose, olive-green; and cap: battle-dress: utilities – Woodland pattern. Equipment will be drawn from supply prior to 1900 hours. While at supply, all personnel will review their personal hand receipts and sign a Cash Collection Voucher, DD Form 1131, for all missing items. Remember that this is the “season of giving.”
  3. Personnel will utilize standard T-ration sugarplums for visions to dance in their heads. Sugarplums are available in T-ration sundry packs and should be eaten with egg loaf, chopped ham, and spice cake to ensure maximum visions are experienced.
  4. T-ration sundry packs can be picked up at the Medina Dining Facility (MDFAC) from 0800-1800 24 Dec. The S-4 will coordinate the acquisition and distribution of the T-ration sugarplums and accompanying items.
  5. Stockings – wool, cushion sole, olive-green – will be hung by the chimneys with care. Necessary safety precautions will be taken to avoid fires caused by carelessly hung stockings. Platoon commanders will submit stocking handling plans to the S-3T, Training Chief, prior to 0800 hours, 24 Dec. All Platoon commanders will ensure their subordinate personnel attend mandatory stocking-hanging safety classes and are briefed on the safety aspects of stocking hanging by the Safety Officer. Stocking Safety will be taught 18 Dec at 1900 in the conference room of Bldg 321. Stocking Licenses will be issued at that time. Stockings will be issued out of the pebble shack on a first come first serve basis from 1400 – 1600 on 19 December.
  6. At first sound of clatter, all personnel will spring from their racks to investigate and evaluate the cause. Immediate action will be taken to tear open the shutters and throw up the window sashes. On order, Operations Plan (OPLAN) 7-01 (North Pole Contingency), para 6-8-A9(3), dated 4 Mar, this office, takes effect to facilitate shutter-tearing and sash-throwing. Platoon Commanders, Platoon Sergeants, and all Marines of the Guard will be familiar with procedures and are responsible for seeing that no shutters are torn or sashes thrown in the barracks prior to the start of official clatter.
  7. Prior to 0001 hours, date of visit, all personnel possessing Standard Target Acquisition and Night Observation (STANO) equipment will be assigned “wondering eyeball” stations. The Sergeant of the Guard will ensure that these stations are adequately manned even after shutters are torn and sashes are thrown.
  8. The Company Training Chief, in coordination with the U.S. Transportation Command (CinC-Trans) and Motor T, will assign one each Sleigh, Miniature, M-24A3 and eight (8) reindeer, tiny, for use by LtGen Claus. The assigned driver must have a current sleigh operator’s license with rooftop permit and evidence of attendance at the winter driving class stamped on his Department of Navy Form 348. Driver must also be able to clearly shout “On, Dancer! On, Prancer!” etc.
  9. LtGen Claus will initially enter Bldg 302 through the front entryway. All buildings without chimneys will requisition Chimney Simulator, M6A1, for use during the visit. Request chimney simulator on Department of Navy Form 2765-1, which will be submitted in four copies to the Company Gunnery Sergeant prior to 20 December. Personnel will ensure that chimneys are properly cleaned before turn-in at the conclusion of visit.
  10. Personnel will be rehearsed in the shouting of “Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!” or “Merry Christmas to All and to all a Good Night!” This shout will be given upon termination of the visit. Uniformity of shouting is the responsibility of the Senior Enlisted Marine.

(Signed)
For The Commander

Author Unknown.

Probably a little esoteric for my non-prior-service Gentle Readers, but I expect at least a bit of the humour will come through.

Happy Holidays!

LawDog

Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Thank you

As a Gentle Reader commented, I have the best readership.

Nana had a good meal on Wednesday, with a good dessert -- always her favourite part -- talked with the staff and other residents, and watched a movie on the telly before going to bed.

Thursday morning, she couldn't be woken up.

She was unresponsive for several days, allowing family to say their goodbyes, and then at 0955 hours on Monday 06DEC2010, Death came quietly and kindly and Nana simply ... slipped away.

We will be laying her next to Granda in the family plot on Saturday.

Again, I thank you, and my family thanks you, for your kind words and thoughts.

LawDog

Monday, December 06, 2010

Requiscat in pacem

Nana
1907 to 2010



She was born a doctors daughter in small town Texas, at a time when vehicular horse-power meant you had a horse attached to the front of your vehicle.

She was a school teacher, a librarian, and she sponsored the school newspaper, touching literally thousands of students lives -- and outlived many of her students.

She is preceded by her husband, her son-in-law and all of her brothers and sisters; and she is survived by her daughter, two grandsons and a granddaughter.

Rest in peace, Gran. I love you.

LawDog

Friday, November 19, 2010

The Cornered Cat

Over on the left you will find a link to The Cornered Cat, a web-site by, about, and for the lady shooter written by an absolutely wonderful lady named Kathy Jackson whom I was on Staff with over at The High Road.

Kathy has now come out with a new book -- again, for the distaff side of the shooting world -- named "The Cornered Cat - A Woman's Guide To Concealed Carry".

Gentle Readers, if you are a lady shooter or a lady thinking of becoming a shooter, I highly recommend this book.

If you are of knuckledragging side of the species, might I suggest that it would not be amiss to consider getting a copy (or copies) of this book for those of the Fair Sex amongst your kith and kin?

Christmas is, after all, just around the corner.

LawDog

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Meditations on a father's duty

Anyone with internet access has no doubt heard of the latest act in Transportation Security Theatre.

A quick recap for those who have not: a gentleman who happened to have a digital recording device "opted out" of walking through the full-body scan (also referred to as the Porn-Scan, the Pervo-Scan, and the alliteratively correct RapeScan), and was informed that he would be the recipient of the new "comprehensive pat down".

Having not received the time-honoured dinner and movie, nor even a kiss, the gentleman in question announced that if his wedding tackle got groped, he would have the groper arrested.

The local TSA operatives got their noses out of joint, with the end result that said dissenter got escorted from the aeroport with dire threats of an investigation and an $11,000 fine in his near future.

This has happily rebounded throughout BlogWorld with the result that a TSA spokes-critter has been caught on record making a very stupid statement:

"The (body image scanning) technology is sent to the airports without the ability to save, transmit or print the images," said Greg Soule, TSA spokesman, in an interview with CBSNews.com. "At airports, the images are examined by a security officer in a remote location, and, once the image is cleared, they're deleted."

Oh, dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

TSA employees are people. And people -- like it or not -- will find some way to Rule 34 the scanner images. Trust me, I deal with people every day.

It's going to happen.


So, I predict that in about a year -- two years at the outside -- a different TSA spokes-critter will be on national TeeVee explaining that the assorted scanned images of females' dishabille (Herself gleefully comes up with "PILFs!", I leave the translation of that to others better versed with Seinfeld than myself, but apparently the first word is "Passengers") is an isolated incident, that it can't happen again and steps have been taken to fire the TSA employee responsible.

Huh.

In light of this, if I were the father of teenage girls, there is no way this side of Hel that I'd take them anywhere near an aeroport with this kind of set-up ... ever again.

In what rational world does it become okay for someone to tell you, "Hey, we're going to take nekkid pictures of your precious daughters -- but it's okay! It's done by an anonymous person, and it's for your safety! And we won't ever, ever keep those pictures! We promise!" ...

... And people are fine with this. More than that, people are being told this is a Good Thing.

It's a Good Thing for a stranger to take nude pictures of your little girl. More than that, It's For Your Safety! The Government Says So!

*blink, blink*

Is it just me, or is there something fundamentally wrong with that whole mind-set?

Those wishing to make some kind of statement to the aerolines, may check out these links:

Opt Out Day


We Won't Fly

Personally, unless some government entity is paying my way on government business, I'm going to do my level best not to ever go through an aeroport with this level of idiocy installed.

And I plan to send a hand-written letter to the major aerolines and the local aeroports stating just this, also.

LawDog

Monday, November 08, 2010

Sherlock

By way of Herself, I find my self watching the BBC Masterpiece Mystery series, Sherlock.

It is a retelling of Sir Arthur's classic detective, my very own favourite Sherlock Holmes, albeit from a very modern perspective.

Some folks are not going to like this Holmes, but just like the recent movie involving Robert Downey (jr) and Jude Law, I approve of this Sherlock Holmes. He is much more faithful -- not completely so, but more so than other efforts -- and this pleases me.

The stories are set in the modern era of computers, cell phones and such (nicotine patches!) with Dr Watson being a veteran of the recent on-going unpleasantness in Afghanistan and Iraq.

There are several tongue-in-cheek references to the original stories -- the first episode is titled, "A Study in Pink", and others abound.

The first three episodes are free for a short time on the above-linked web-page, with the last one ending in what is -- for me -- an absolutely infuriatingly nail-biting cliff-hanger.

It doesn't cost you anything to watch the first three, and I think anyone who loves the old stories would be well-served by giving up a bit of time to watching these.

One word of advice to Dr Watson, though: If some critter has outfitted you with a Semtex weskit, and has the monumentally poor judgment to not only get within arm's reach of you, but to allow you to get an arm around his throat ... do go ahead, apply a rear naked choke, and just put him out of everyones misery.

Honestly.

Go forth, watch, enjoy!

LawDog

Thursday, November 04, 2010

Thought for the day:

"Right is right even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it."

-- St Augustine of Hippo

LawDog

Wednesday, November 03, 2010

Meditations on dancing with who brung you

Well, last night the Republican Party pretty much buried the Democrats in the House of Representatives; and in the Governors mansions around the country.

Much cheering abounds, and I'm happy for everyone.

As a history buff, however, I have to look back upon the mid-term elections of 1994 and ruminate.

Then, as now, an angry and restive populace -- who were voting against the power-mad Democratic government, rather than for The Other Guys -- swept the Republican Party into power, ending a four-decade Democratic lock on Congress.

And -- again, as now -- the Republican Party solemnly swore that they would turn Congress back to the Constitution; that they would bring smaller, less intrusive government back to Washington; and -- above all -- "fiscal accountability".

It took less than two years for the Republican Party to become just as greedy, power-mad, and crooked as the Democrats they replaced.

And here we are, sixteen years later, the newly on-top Republicans are swearing upon the heads of their first-born that they worship the Constitution; smaller government ...

... same song, different verse.

*sigh*

One of the only bits of light I can see in the near future is the fact that the Internet is much more completely established now than it was in the early '90's -- and the Internet is the source of the power of the Tea Party.

Oh, not the Tea Party itself, per se, but those voters who -- whether they know it or not; whether they admit it or not -- those voters that believe in and follow the values of the Tea Party.

Those are the voters that are responsible for the Republicans getting to be the belle of the ball.

Will the GOP now dance with those what brung 'em?

Early thoughts on that subject are not encouraging. Old habits tend to get set in stone, and that ancient habit
displayed by the older Republicans of "lip service to the voters while we do as we damned well please" is pretty much fossilized into place.

Will the Internet base of the Tea Party, and like-minded folks, have the stick-to-it-ness to hammer on the Republicans for the next six months? A year? Two years down the road will they still be holding the elephants trunk to the grindstone?

Will the newly-minted Republican congress-critters have the testicular fortitude required to butt heads with party leadership; and the moral fortitude to cross that same party leadership -- even if it means getting turfed to Coventry by their own party?

Will the Republican leadership actually listen to their constituents; heed the counsel of their newest members, and keep the promises made over these last several months?

I do hope so, but looking back on history ... I'll not be holding my breath.

LawDog

Hoo-ah!

LTCOL Allen West, US Army (ret) becomes the next Representative from Florida to the United States Government, and gives one hell of a victory speech:



From your lips to Higher ears, LTCOL.

Hoo-AH!

LawDog

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Monday, October 18, 2010

Today's guilty pleasure:

Dog Soldiers.

A low-budget, but thoroughly enjoyable and surprisingly well-made, movie about a section of British soldiers hunted by werewolves in the Scottish highlands.

There is blood, gun-fire and assorted violence aplenty, but also some sneaky little puns and some pop references -- Sergeant H.G. Wells is the NCOIC, and his corporal is named Bruce Campbell

Everyone's favourite Roman centurion, Lucius Vorenus, is the main star, although Private Spoon takes the bikkie for Best Pwnage of A Werewolf Using Kitchen Utensils.

Quotable lines abound, and I have to say that this movie has the best last words ever uttered.

If you like B-grade horror movies -- or Larry Correia's books -- rent this movie, but be warned that it does have a 'R' rating for gore, violence and gratuitous use of British colloquialisms and/or adult language.

LawDog

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

DIY Tip Of The Day:

Until you throw that breaker, Mr Electricity is Not Our Friend.

And, if you should happen to be standing on a Baker scaffold, his buddy Mr Gravity is a bastard, too.

Pretty sure my fillings were picking up a pirate AM station out of Tijuana just before I dirt-darted in.

LawDog

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Background checks

I have been asked in e-mail by someone who is actually interested in a debate, rather than trolling, about my stance on background checks for gun purchases.

On the one paw, I realize that there are some people in our society who -- for whatever reason, and like it or not -- have no business being allowed to buy, or possess guns. That is a simple fact of modern life.

On the other, the current NICS system is rife with fail. Until I got my CHL every single gun purchase of mine that went through NICS was delayed. Why? They couldn't tell me.

A friend of mine, currently a serving officer in the United States Army, was unfortunate enough to have his name used as an alias by a school-mate who happens to be a felon. The result? Denied.

How many people does this happen to every year? Enough that NICS has started maintaining a Voluntary Appeals File.

In addition, NICS is one stroke of a pen away from being a National Gun Registry. The Brady Bunch, by way of Frank Lautenberg, have attempted legislation to do this very thing several times already, and will -- no doubt -- continue their efforts to do so.

NICS was presented to the American people as only affecting those who should not buy firearms, and was hailed as actually being good for lawful gun ownership.

However, NICS has been altogether too free and easy with its data to people like Mayor Bloomberg, who then take that information and use that information freely and happily provided by NICS to try to cram more gun control down the throats of lawful gun owners.

NICS is, at best, ambivalent towards gun owners and gun ownership; and as the Brady Bunch, Frank Lautenberg, Mayor Bloomberg and others continually attempt to add caveats, addenda, amendments, expansions and more to the NICS system ... it's only going to get worse.

So, the question is: How to prevent the purchase of firearms by those society deems forbidden to do so, while preserving the privacy of lawful gun owners and preventing any sort of listing activity?

I propose a battery-powered scanner containing an algorithm and capable of reading bar-coded and encrypted digits. This scanner would decrypt and read the bar-code, use the contained data to work the algorithm and -- depending on what the result was -- illuminate one of three lights.

If the result is one of a series of numbers -- for fun, let's say it's a Fibonacci number -- then a red light is displayed on the reader.

Any other number, and the green light comes on.

If the encryption is bad, the encrypted numbers are wrong, or the bar-code is simply not capable of being read, then a yellow light.

When you apply for your drivers license or State identification card, you are checked for a criminal history or psychiatric adjudications. If you have one, your DL or ID gets the code for a red light.

Everyone else -- and I mean EVERYONE else -- gets the code for a green light.

Since these battery-operated card readers will have only the tech necessary to read, decrypt, and compare numbers -- no antennae, no data ports, no memory, no means whatsoever of storing or transmitting information -- you should be able to sell them for ten dollars at Wal-Mart and make enough of a profit to defray the costs of adding the bar-codes IDs.

You want to buy a gun, you walk into a gun-store, swipe your card, green light means you buy what you want and carry it whenever and however you want.

That means open carry, concealed carry, SBR's, NFA's, AOW's, in-State, out-of-State, whatever you want, wherever you want, however you want.

Red light means that you don't.

Simple as that.

You wind up convicted of a crime of violence by a jury of your peers, when the judges sentences you, he takes your DL or ID, drops it into a shredder and you get a paper licence from your local DMV -- which gives the conviction information time to enter the system, and your local DMV time to find it.

Same if you get adjudicated as being mentally incompetent by a jury of your peers.

If the card-readers are inexpensive enough, and are guaranteed not to store or share any information, then a good percentage of private citizens will buy them and use them in their personal gun sales -- a fact which should let the gun-grabbers un-kink their sphincters regarding the so-called "Gun Show Loophole".

Hah! I made a funny!

Anyhoo, you asked, there it is.

LawDog

Larry Correia's new book

If you liked Monster Hunter International, you'll be pleased to hear that Larry Correia's new book, Monster Hunter Vendetta, is now out.

The addy for Barnes and Noble, and one for Amazon.

If you've already read it, be sure to post a review on one (or both) of those sites.

I've not yet read this one, but I know that I'll enjoy it.

LawDog

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Goodness.

In comments to my post about the 20 questions, JadeGold decides to weigh in. Goodness.

To begin with, I'd like to thank JadeGold for making my point concerning question number eight, in which Janet Peterson of the Brady Group asks:

"Do you believe it is O.K. to call people with whom you disagree liars and demeaning names?"

Notice, do, that JadeGold -- who apparently vehemently disagrees with me -- asserts that I "want criminals and other violent types to have access to firearms". I am also "profoundly ignorant" and obviously have "the need to fondle a firearm daily".

There you go, Ms. Peterson, the answer to your question # 8.

So, without further ado, let us take a whack at this one.

Jeebus. There are so many contradictions, misrepresentations and lies in your responses that it's hard to list 'em all.

Goodness.

First, you can't even answer the first question. Why is that? I think it's because you want criminals and other violent types to have access to firearms.

I did answer the question. Just because you lack the critical thinking skills to process my answer -- or, as is more likely, you lack the desire to process my answer -- doesn't negate the fact that it was answered.

As for the rest of your statement: of course I, as a seventeen-year law enforcement type, profoundly wish to make my job harder than it already is.

And since it is I -- not you -- who has made it my life's purpose to deal with criminals and other violent types every time I sign in on shift, I can see why you would think I would wish to endanger my life that much more.

The above was sarcasm, by-the-by. Just in case you do lack the ability to think critically, I thought I should make that point clear.

Second, your comment about statistics is profoundly ignorant. Whenever you see a doctor, ride on an airliner, etc.--your very life depends on those statistics you claim are all hogwash.

Nope. When I ride in an aeroliner, my life depends upon the ability of the wings to provide lift, and the ability of the pilot to keep the number of landings equal to the number of take-offs. Neither the presence, nor lack of, statistics has the slightest effect upon the physics of flight.

Trust me when I say that we could take every statistic concerning flight in the world, burn them, and aeroplanes will not fall out of the sky.

May I take this moment to say that your touching faith in statistics as a means of flight ... concerns me?

Third, gun deaths are not "miniscule" when compared to traffic fatalities. Unless you seriously believe 30,000 gun deaths is miniscule compared to 34,000 traffic deaths. And when one considers the fact that almost all of us ride in a car almost every day as compared to the small number of folks who feel the need to fondle a firearm daily--your 'miniscule' claim kind of implodes.

Actually, you have a point. As I was typing that part of my answer, I was looking at accidental traffic fatalities (~46,000) compared to accidental gun fatalities (~600)-- CDC data from 2007 -- which is miniscule. However, I understand that the comparison is supposed to be motor vehicle accidents versus all firearms deaths (accidental, justified -- law enforcement, justified -- citizen, suicides and homicides).

In which case, all gun deaths still rank below 1)traffic accidents, 2)poisonings, 3)falls, 4)drownings, 5)fires/burns/smoke, 6)medical/surgical complications and 7)forces of nature.

The number of gun deaths are bad, but there's about 7 other things which kill more people than guns every year. If you're basing your "guns are BAD!" argument on body-count -- and you are -- you've got about seven other things far worse than guns out there.

Fourth, guns were never banned in Chicago, DC or NYC. The gun laws may not have been to your liking but guns were never banned.

Snerk. That's cute.

However, the United States Supreme Court disagreed with you in District of Columbia v. Heller, and McDonald v. Chicago, striking down the handgun bans in both cities.

As far as I know, Evil Black Rifles are still banned in all three cities.

LawDog

Friday, September 24, 2010

Ok, I'll play

20 questions from here.

  1. Do you believe that criminals and domestic abusers should be able to buy guns without background checks?
No background check ever stopped a criminal from getting his hands on a gun. When they steal them out of cop cars and FBI vans, they don't leave a 4473 on the seat, and the ATF has never received a 4473 from the local dope house. And given the ever-loosening definition of "domestic abuser", I've got reservations there, too.
  1. What is your proposal for keeping guns away from criminals, domestic abusers, terrorists and dangerously mentally ill people?
Since domestic abuse is a crime, and since terrorism is a crime, let me tighten that up for you: "What is your proposal for keeping guns away from criminals and dangerously mentally ill people?

Easy. When they are convicted of a crime, stick their arses in prison.

  1. Do you believe that a background check infringes on your constitutional right to "keep and bear arms"?
Yes.
  1. Do you believe that I and people with whom I work intend to ban your guns?
Yes.
  1. If yes to #4, how do you think that could happen ( I mean the physical action)?
The same way you banned guns in New York. The same way you banned guns in Chicago. The same way you banned guns in Washington DC. Duh.
  1. What do you think are the "second amendment remedies" that the tea party GOP candidate for Senate in Nevada( Sharron Angle) has proposed?
I don't have a clue. Ask her.
  1. Do you believe in the notion that if you don't like what someone is doing or saying, second amendment remedies should be applied?
Since I don't like being robbed, and I don't like being assaulted, yes, I do. As for speaking, that's what the Amendment next to the Second is for.
  1. Do you believe it is O.K. to call people with whom you disagree liars and demeaning names?
If they're lying, it's fairly appropriate. And since folks from your side have called me everything from crazy to redneck to inbred, I'd have to ask your stance on that one.
  1. If yes to #8, would you do it in a public place to the person's face?
Oh, yes.
  1. Do you believe that any gun law will take away your constitutional rights?
Yes.
  1. Do you believe in current gun laws? Do you think they are being enforced? If not, explain.
Damn skippy they're being enforced. That's why it takes me, a peace officer and an honourably-discharged member of the United States military, five days for your so-called "Instant Check" to clear me; it's why West Point graduates are being gunned down in a Las Vegas Costco parking lot for legally carrying their pistol, so on and so forth.
  1. Do you believe that all law-abiding citizens are careful with their guns and would never shoot anybody?
You mean never shooting anybody, or never shooting anybody who needs it? I believe that all law-abiding citizens are human, and thus, not perfect. That's not a reason to ban their guns, though.
  1. Do you believe that people who commit suicide with a gun should be included in the gun statistics?
I don't think there should be gun statistics. Statistics are only there to be massaged into giving the person with the statistics the answer they want to see.
  1. Do you believe that accidental gun deaths should "count" in the total numbers?
See above.
  1. Do you believe that sometimes guns, in careless use or an accident, can shoot a bullet without the owner or holder of the gun pulling the trigger?
No. Modern gun design prevents the discharge of the gun without the trigger being pulled.
  1. Do you believe that 30,000 gun deaths a year is too many?
Compared to what? Compared to the number of traffic fatalities, it's minuscule. Compared to the number of swimming pool fatalities, it's still a small number. Compared to the number of people killed each year by medical malpractice it's tiny. Compared to the number of people beaten to death each year by a pyromaniac midget with an ivory elephant goad, it's a large number.
  1. How will you help to prevent more shootings in this country?
The same thing I've been doing every day since I turned twenty-one. Donate my time to educate and teach.
  1. Do you believe the articles that I have posted about actual shootings or do you think I am making them up or that human interest stories about events that have happened should not count when I blog about gun injuries and deaths?
The plural of "anecdote" is not "data".
  1. There has been some discussion of the role of the ATF here. Do you believe the ATF wants your guns and wants to harass you personally? If so, provide examples ( some have written a few that need to be further examined).
Personally? No. Doesn't mean that they aren't an impersonal pain in my arse, though.
  1. Will you continue a reasonable discussion towards an end that might lead somewhere or is this an exercise in futility?
Since what you consider to be reasonable isn't even in the same plane of reality with what I consider reasonable, probably not.

Allow me to explain.

I hear a lot about "compromise" from your camp ... except, it's not compromise.

Let's say I have this cake. It is a very nice cake, with "GUN RIGHTS" written across the top in lovely floral icing. Along you come and say, "Give me that cake."

I say, "No, it's my cake."

You say, "Let's compromise. Give me half." I respond by asking what I get out of this compromise, and you reply that I get to keep half of my cake.

Okay, we compromise. Let us call this compromise The National Firearms Act of 1934.

There I am with my half of the cake, and you walk back up and say, "Give me that cake."

I say, "No, it's my cake."

You say, "Let's compromise." What do I get out of this compromise? Why, I get to keep half of what's left of the cake I already own.

So, we have your compromise -- let us call this one the Gun Control Act of 1968 -- and I'm left holding what is now just a quarter of my cake.

And I'm sitting in the corner with my quarter piece of cake, and here you come again. You want my cake. Again.

This time you take several bites -- we'll call this compromise the Clinton Executive Orders -- and I'm left with about a tenth of what has always been MY DAMN CAKE and you've got nine-tenths of it.

Then we compromised with the Lautenberg Act (nibble, nibble), the HUD/Smith and Wesson agreement (nibble, nibble), the Brady Law (NOM NOM NOM), the School Safety and Law Enforcement Improvement Act (sweet tap-dancing Freyja, my finger!)

I'm left holding crumbs of what was once a large and satisfying cake, and you're standing there with most of MY CAKE, making anime eyes and whining about being "reasonable", and wondering "why we won't compromise".

I'm done with being reasonable, and I'm done with compromise. Nothing about gun control in this country has ever been "reasonable" nor a genuine "compromise".

LawDog

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Saw this one coming ...

... And so did everyone else with two functional brain cells to rub together.

Big Health Insurance Companies To Stop Selling New 'Child-Only' Policies.

On Thursday, some parts of ObamaCare go into effect, including the section that prohibits insurance companies from denying coverage to any children under the age of 19 regardless of that child's health history.

In response, some of the largest health insurance companies in the United States have announced that -- starting Thursday -- they will stop offering 'child-only' new insurance policies for sprogs.

Well. No [deleted].

Anyone in government surprised by this has obviously not been listening to market professionals with experience who predicted this very thing.

Wonder how many voters are going to remember this Democrat-driven abortion of a Healthcare Bill come November? Lot of them with bairns, I'd bet.

Barack, Nancy and the rest: y'all made this bed -- enjoy your lay in it. Hope it's a short one.

LawDog

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Meditations on book burning

Whole lot of kerfuffle in the Mainstream Media and upon the Internet concerning some folks off to burn some copies of the Qur'an.

I'm not going to get into the military/political/sociological/diplomatic ramifications of this issue -- countless others (more qualified than Your Humble Scribe) have opined at length on this subject -- but I will offer my general Thoughts Upon The Subject.

As usual, I'm of multiple minds concerning this.

On one hand, the idea of burning a book -- any book -- leaves me cold. A book is knowledge made tangible; it is far more than just ink, paper, glue and leather: it is ideas, dreams, hopes, fantasies ... it is all those things that make us human -- those that separate us from animals -- distilled into an object one can touch.

To burn a book is to spurn those ideas, those hopes; to reject those things that do separate us from animals, and to symbolically reject at least a small part of our humanity.

Christian Johann Heinrich Heine, in his 1821 play,
Almansor, uttered a stark, uncomfortable truth:

"
Das war Vorspiel nur. Dort, wo man B├╝cher verbrennt, verbrennt man am Ende auch Menschen."

(Loosely) translated thus: "That was merely a prelude. For where they burn books, they will ultimately burn people."

It is a small, small step to go from destroying the ideas of people, to destroying the people who have ideas.

Are there books that inflame the passions, and may influence the small-minded into criminal actions? Hell, yes, but so do many other things: Speech inflames and influences the small of mind far more than any book -- but we do not condone gunning down a man in the street for a hateful speech.

On the other hand, a book is nothing more than ink, paper and glue. Burning one book is not going to remove the knowledge contained there-in from history. Especially a book as widely-printed as the Qur'an. You could -- if you so chose -- burn every Qur'an in the Western Hemisphere, and you would make less than the tiniest dent in the numbers of that book.

To burn a book -- or a pile of them -- is, quite literally, useless for any purpose other than symbolism or to ensure the livelihood of those who will -- inevitably -- print more books to replace those you have incinerated.

As long as the books you are burning are yours to burn, have at it. For all the fire, and all the rhetoric, you will have accomplished ... what? A pile of ashes you now have to dispose of? A symbolic gesture that you can hope someone else actually gives two hoots in hell about?

The publishing companies, however, will thank you -- there is that.

On the gripping hand ...

... I wasn't born in Texas; sometimes I don't sound like I'm from Texas, but I am Texan.

There is a short list of people who can tell me to do any-sodding-thing with my own property, and Abdul the Moderately Rabid isn't on it.

You can ask me to do (or not to do) something with my property, or you can explain why it's necessary to do (or not to do) something with my property, but you gods-damned well don't order me to do it (or not).

And, son, if you threaten me about anything -- and you're within bad-breath distance -- you'd better be on Good Terms with your Dear and Fluffy Lord ... because I'll strike the bloody match on your snaggle teeth if I have to, and I'll gladly slide into Sessr├║mnir with you in a choke-hold if that's what it takes to make sure you don't ever pull that sort of crap again.

LawDog

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Hot tea through the sinuses hurts!

Chris briefly details the business applications of mimes.

There is a Level Two Beverage Alert in effect for that post. You have been warned.

Snerk!

LawDog

Monday, September 06, 2010

Heard at Rancho LawDog

Upon receiving a call that one of Tole's offspring has a loose fang what needs pulling.

Herself: "Do I have any Tooth Ferret money?"

Me: (Blinking) "Tooth Ferret?"

Herself: "Like the Tooth Fairy, only pays better. Probably meaner, too."

Snerk. Am I lucky, or what?

LawDog

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Shut your piehole and dance, monkey!

An articulate young lady I met at Christina LMT's last blog-party hits one out of the park.

Oh, very well said!

LawDog

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Requiscat in Pacem

June of 1944, the British 1st Special Service Brigade storms Sword Beach in Normandy.

As they fight ashore, in their midst a man wearing the Cameron kilt his father wore in World War 1 calmly marches back and forth along the sand playing the bagpipes.



Armed with nothing more than a
skean dubh in his stocking, William "Piper Bill" Millin not only survived the landing, but piped his laddies inland and survived the war without injury.




I don't think I can add anything to that.

Rest in Peace, Mad Piper Millin.

LawDog

Monday, August 16, 2010

Huh

Last few days the blog kept only partially opening. Being hip-deep in problems at work ('n rising fast!) I really didn't have the time available to sit down and suss things out.

This morning I find that the opening process is stuck at The Truth Laid Bear widget.

Quick Google search seems to show that The Truth Laid Bear has done gone Paws Up. We have removed the TTLB HTML, and things are back to normal.

LawDog

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Voila!

Long term readers of The LawDog Files are familiar with my brother, "Chris" as the dead-pan foil in a lot of my stories.

At the infrequent blog-parties Herself takes me to, folks familiar with my stories often ask me why Chris doesn't blog, and I reply that as introverted and anti-social as I am, Chris makes me look like a Beverly Hills socialite.

Well, no more!

Ladies, gentlemen and Gentle Readers, may I present:

Chris Ex Machina

Welcome to Blogworld, brother!

LawDog

Friday, July 30, 2010

Do let me get this straight

From Gentle Reader D. Fisher in the comments to the "WikiLeaks" post:

"
Ethically, I don't think either Wikileaks nor the leaker is in the wrong, and that's coming from someone who's ex-military."

Do allow me understand you. WikiLeaks has released -- for all to read -- the names of Afghanistan citizens who have helped American and NATO forces in Afghanistan. Afghani citizens who have provided the names of Taleban leaders to American so that we may remove these Taleban.

WikiLeaks has released -- upon the World Wide Web -- the names of Afghani citizens who have identified Taleban who were hiding from Americans; who have provided invaluable intel on the activities of the Taleban; who have, in point of fact, aided NATO and the Americans in hurting the Taleban.

These informants -- whose names we held in secrecy to protect their lives, the lives of their families and the lives of their friends -- WikiLeaks has posted these names on the Internet for the Taleban to read at their leisure. And then to do ... whatever the Taleban feels to be appropriate.

And you don't find anything ethically wrong with WikiLeaks doing this.

Is that about right?

Correct me if I'm wrong, do.

LawDog

Thursday, July 29, 2010

WikiLeaks.

By now anyone not living under a rock has heard that the Internet whistle-blower site called WikiLeaks was provided several tens of thousands of pages of US military documents relating to Afghanistan which it promptly published for all to read on the World Wide Web.

The little dacoit who runs WikiLeaks -- one Julian Assange -- piously asserted that all the documents had been checked to make sure that names were not named that would put people in mortal jeopardy.

Yeah, well, not so much.

A dozen -- or more -- people who tried to do the right thing now have their lives, and the lives of their families, placed in jeopardy by Mr. Assange for ... what?

Mr. Assange's ego? His self-aggrandizement?

On the altar of what god, what idea, has Julian Assange seen fit to sacrifice the lives of these people, the lives of their families and those of their friends?

What religion does Mr. Assange follow that demands the blood of the innocent and the righteous to be spilled in such a cowardly fashion?

I truly can not wrap my mind around the end-justifies-the-means mindset of such a creature.

Anyhoo.

As Mr. Assange is an Australian national, and seeing as how Australia's children have their own boots on the ground in Afghanistan, I'll leave the Aussies to deal with their own garbage.

However, I would like to take a moment to point out that Mr. Assange couldn't have done this without the willing co-operation of an American with access to the information leaked.

That American, when he is found -- and he will be found -- will be tried.

If, and when, convicted, that American should be immediately dragged out of the courtroom, placed against a wall and shot.

Period. Full stop. End of story.

LawDog

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

And the problem is ... what, exactly?

In news from Afghanistan, seems that the Brits identified a high-value target -- in this case a Taleban warlord.

Local British Command rounded up a Gurkha patrol, gave them the intel and mentioned that they really needed positive ID once the Gurks caught up with him.

Well, catch up they did, with the result that said warlord became intimately acquainted with the Gurkhas "Air In, Blood Out" diplomatic skills.

Things got a little too warmish for the Gurkhas to retrieve the body -- positive ID and all that -- so when the patrol returned to base and the CO asked if they were sure they got the bastard ...

... A Gurkha pulled the warlord's head out of a backpack.

*shrug*

The end of the tale should read: "The Gurkha patrol was issued one case of gin, and three days leave."

Unfortunately, we have discovered that the British Army has deemed this as being "culturally insensitive" and is in the process of disciplining the Gurkha who did the whacking and the carrying.

You have ...

Of all the ...

Are you sodding ...

Words can not ...

IT'S WAR, YOU SODDING NUMPTIES, NOT A DAMNED GAME OF CONKERS!

"... it offends the Muslim tradition of burying the dead with all body parts, attached or unattached".

Bushwa. How many body parts do you think they recover after a suicide bombing?

And I can sure tell that they're all sensitive about traumatic head removal, seeing as how they pretty much lead the world in beheadings, televised and otherwise.

Tell you jackanapes what: you stop cutting the heads off of police officers, engineers, headmasters, nuns, soldiers, journalists, Christians, women, geologists, and anyone else who trips your "We're Offended" trigger, and we'll stop cutting the heads off of your bloody-handed buddies.

Deal?

Seeing as how said body part is still in inventory -- so to speak -- sounds like an amiable solution to this stinker is to grab some good paper, write a nice little note explaining how you're sorry that the grieving kin got stuck with a terrorist dirt-bag as a relative, nail it to the forehead with a sixty-penny nail, and have Wee Jock hammer-throw it over the Hesco for the dearly bereaved to collect come sun-up.

See? That's diplomacy, that is.

While we're being all culturally-sensitive here, part of the Gurkhas culture involves lopping (significant) bits off of designated Bad Guys with bloody huge knives. Isn't it a bit "culturally insensitive" to chastise one who is, after all, just expressing his culture?

The allies are blowing quantities of Taleban into mincemeat with assorted artillery rounds, bombs, mortar shells, bombs, rockets, bombs, missiles, and bombs -- you damned well can't tell me that all the sticky bits are getting recovered after Abdul the Moderately Rabid catches a 500-pound GBU amidships -- so why are you getting all wrapped around the axle because one or more Gurkhas did the needful with a knife instead of high-explosive?

There is not one single, gods-be-damned thing "culturally sensitive" about war. It's war. It's killing the other guy, and breaking his stuff, in job lots, until his side gives up.

Period. Full stop.

The Afghanis know this. Britain used to know this, and they'd better jolly well remember it.

LawDog

Monday, July 26, 2010

Squirrel, interrupted*

I don't mind squirrels.

Truth be told, I find the cheeky little beggars to be quite charming -- most of the time. With two huge pecan trees in the back yard, I've been known to waste an afternoon or two sipping tea and watching them wind up Herself's Jack Russell Terrier into an absolutely incandescent (albeit adorable) froth.

Howsomenever, attic access is verboten to arboreal rodents.

I've no particular desire to discover -- at zero-dark-thirty -- that in the course of wearing down his incisors upon handy bits of copper, Johnny Flufftail has burned down my sodding house.

So there is an official slam order on any, and all, attic trespassing skwirls.

Unfortunately, it seems the residents of my current municipal area have a bit a complex when it comes to random gun-fire; and while I kind of figured that a .22 maggie was out of the question, I had no idea that a single, solitary .22 Long Rifle report would get that many knickers into knots.

Odd, that.

Any-the-hoo, I was dinking about with the idea of purchasing a dedicated Arboreal Rodent Assassination Air Rifle, when it dawned on me that we had a couple of boxes of Aguila Super Colibri left over from Blogorado.

What, ho, I thought to myself, and hied over to the ammo closet to grab a couple of rounds and Herself's Browning lever-action. Experimentation soon showed that not only would a Super Colibri go through both sides of an empty bean can at fifteen feet -- it would do so with not much more noise than snapping fingers; and the holes always appeared right on top of the front sight.

Huzzah!

Soon enough Miss Praline worked herself into a right tizzy just outside the back door, and when I went to have a shufti, I discovered a fat tree rat sticking it's head out of a vent in the attic and cussing that little terrier for all it was worth.

Matter-of-fact, it was so busy describing Praline's parentage, sexual proclivities, and general lack of moral fibre that it didn't notice the kitchen window stealthily sliding open, nor the muzzle of the Browning rim-fire just inside of said window.

I am happy to report that a 20-grain Super Colibri into the Brain Housing Group from a range of about eight feet will turn off a squirrel like a light switch.

For Close Combat Squirrel Eradication the Aguila Super Colibri gets the LawDog Paw of Approval.

LawDog


*Shamelessly stolen from a conversation with Herself.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

I'm schizophrenic; and so am I*.

*Yes, I realize that schizophrenia isn't MPD. The joke flows better this way.

Spent a bit of time dinking about with a New Internet Toy today:

I Write Like.

Allegedly, if you input several paragraphs of your work, this proggie will analyze it and tell you which Famous Writer your work most resembles.

For a lark I've been submitting some of my little scribbles -- from this blog and elsewhere -- for analysis.

*snerk*

Apparently I write like Cory Doctorow, Dan Brown, HP Lovecraft, Stephen King, Chuck Palahniuk, David Foster Wallace, so on and so forth.

Sweet Freyja on a twister mat but it must be busy in my head.

Meh. Personally, I think those blokes happen write like me once in a while.

LawDog

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Oo-RAH!

Last October I wrote a wee piece about The Warrior Song, a soul-stirring and magnificent bit of music about -- and for -- our guys and gals out on the pointy end of the spear by Mr. Sean Householder and some friends.

All purchases of the music, and goodly percentage of T-shirts and hats, go to the Armed Forces Relief Trust.

Today we have been informed that Mr. Householder has done a version of The Warrior Song for the United States Marine Corps.

Oh, hell, yes.

LawDog

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Arrgghh!

Look! We're back!

As mentioned earlier, the Magic Elf Box here at Rancho LawDog had a brief dalliance with a bit of code named "the Antivirus 2010 virus" obviously written by a socially-deficient, sexually-repressed, basement-dwelling, vertebrae-lacking, yellow-bellied, gonad-deprived, rubber-nappy-wearing little script monkey for fun and profit.

Not only did it sleaze right past the Windoze firewall, but running Malwarebytes Anti-Malware not once, but five times (twice in Safe Mode) didn't even touch it.

Finally jerked the cables on the tower and drove it down to Best Buy to turn it over to the tender mercies of the Geek Squad.

Got a call from the resident Alpha Geek cheerily informing me that, "We ran two tests, and they both say you've got a bad hard-drive."

*blink, blink*

The hard-drive was working fine when that sodding virus kept opening Explorer and visiting such lovely sites as [deleted].com, [deleted].biz, and [OhGawdMyEyesDELETEDDELETEDDELETED].info. Anti-Malware did a complete scan five -- count-'em FIVE times -- and didn't seem to have a problem accessing the hard-drive.

Of course, it didn't find the bloody virus, either, but that's beside the point.

Not to mention that Herself and I have a great deal of data (read: stories) stored upon said hard-drive.

No go, sayeth The Geek.

*sigh*

So the old hard-drive is sitting in a cardboard box on the desk next to the Magic Elf Box as I type this.

*snarl*

LawDog

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Bugger.

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I'd like to get the code monkey who wrote the antivirus 2010 virus someplace where I could get my paws on a blowtorch and two hours headstart on the local gardai. Hopefully back up tomorrow.

LawDog


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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Never trust the action figures

There I am, staggering through the briefing room in search of a coffee pot when my Sergeant lays a fatherly arm across my shoulders.

"'Dog," sayeth that worthy, "I just received a grievance from TDC."

I blink at him, muzzily.

"Seems like one of our prison-bound inmates has complained that the deputy who transported him to durance vile provided him with an actual child's Happy Meal from McDonalds for lunch on said trip."

I can smell coffee. It's here. Somewhere.

"According to the inmate, when he protested, this deputy confiscated the toy from said Happy Meal, hooked it into the partition between the seats, and ... I am quoting here ... 'Made it talk smack', unquote, to the inmate for the rest of the trip."

Coffee. Coffeecoffeecoffee.

"In a high, squeaky voice."

Where are you, little caffeine jolt of life?

"The worst of it all -- according to the inmate -- was the toy staring at him for the next six hours. You wouldn't happen to know if any of our officers might be inclined to do something like this, would you?"

Oh, holy days -- the warrants crew brought coffee! May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest! Coffeecoffeecoffee!

"Yeah, I didn't think so."

"Huh?" I respond, wittily, as the Blessed Java Bean of Wakefulness starts firing up the old synapses.

"Nothing, 'Dog. Check with Range about firearm re-qual next week."

Hmpf.

LawDog

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Professor LawDog's School of Survival and Mayhem

Good day, class. Today's block of instruction is over the humble zip-tie.

Anecdotal evidence suggests that zip-ties are replacing duct tape as the restraint of choice for those critters who choose kidnapping as their vocation of choice.

Further evidence shows that not only does kidnapping befall several thousand citizens per year in America alone, that number is growing.

With that in mind, it behooves a prepared citizen to have a working idea on the ways of by-passing a zip-tie in order to escape -- or to enable you go Dr Seuss* on your Personal Chew Toy.

The folks over at Imminent Threat Solutions have gone to the effort to put together a nice little course entitled "How To Escape From Zip Ties".

Before we get to the guest lecture, we here at The LawDog Files would like to pre-emptively answer complaints that have been forwarded to us by fellow Peace Officer types:

One. The chance of a critter reading my blog and learning how to defeat zip-ties is slim at best, and is more than off-set by the chance of that same critter is going to learn how to defeat zip-ties during his next extended stay at The Greybar Hotel. Remember: what one inmate knows, he'll teach other inmates for a box of honey-buns or a pack of smokes.

Two. Even if -- by some slim chance -- a critter does stumble across my blog and learn how to defeat zip-ties ... so what? We -- as officers -- are too damned comfortable with zip-ties as it is. Just because your suspects are zip-tied doesn't mean you can relax -- but that's what happens. I see way too many officers standing over a zip-tied critter or three with relaxed body language and an expression that strongly hints that the officer is thinking, "Beige, beige, I think I'll paint the ceiling beige".

If you read this and worry that your next zip-tied critter may know how to slip those ties -- GOOD! You should be keeping a closer eye on your detained suspects.

Three. Knowledge is good. Remember that several thousand Americans per year are kidnapped. Just because they're not wearing a badge doesn't mean we get to deny them knowledge that may save their butts. Not to mention that one of the several thousand victims next year ... might be you.

You officers down on the US/Mex border, or with family out in Iraq/Afghanistan, might want to think long and hard about that for a bit.

Now. On the the guest lecture:

ITS Tactical "How To Escape From Zip Ties".

LawDog


*"Locks in Socks put Skells in Hells." Alternatively: "One Thunk, Two Thunk, Red Punk, Catatonic Punk."

Wow.

So, I'm sitting here, furiously typing away at a post on knives, when Herself walks in, all bouncy and happy because she just found her collection of Limited Edition aeroliner barf bags.

*blink, blink*

Isn't she just perfect?

LawDog

Pass this along

By way of Peter over at Bayou Renaissance Man, we learn of the financial status of the Ernie Pyle museum in Dana, Indiana.

Since I'm off fast food combo meals these days, seems like the least I can do is send the price of a couple of them to that museum.

Y'all might consider letting other folks know about this.

LawDog

Friday, June 25, 2010

On this day ...

... In 1876, General George Armstrong Custer had an Epic Diplomacy Fail and went out in a blaze of glorious history at the hands of some monumentally cheesed-off Lakota and Cheyenne at the Battle on the Greasy Grass.

Of course, he also managed to take most of his command with him -- no word on how they might have felt about the whole "Noble Matyrdom" thing.

... In 1950, the North Korean People's Army announced that the South Koreans might be considering some kind of cross-border raid some time in the future and decided to go ahead and repel it. Just in case.

When it was pointed out that North Korea's "spontaneous response" involved a well-coordinated pre-dawn push by armour and about 90,000 infantry, supported by artillery and mortar fire, the Norks responded by blowing raspberries and bellowing, "All Your Seoul Are Belong To Us!"

And so a war that lasted for three years gave us a TeeVee show that lasted for eleven years; and a cease-fire that has lasted (more-or-less) for fifty-seven years.

... Aaaand Michael Jackson is still dead.

LawDog

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Meditations on damnit.

I have always been able to rely on my body. Obnoxiously healthy, my carcass has shaken off some fairly dramatic trauma, and powered on through.

A little while ago, our family physician dragged me (kicking and screaming) into a physical and after all the poking and prodding pronounced that I was pre-diabetic.

I was ... outraged.

I did some research on the World Wide Web, and armed with the results, went to get a second opinion from another doctor, well-respected in his field. He agreed with me that my results were on the low side of pre-diabetes. Matter-of-fact, my results could -- maybe, if you squinted --be interpreted as being in the fuzzy area between normal and pre-diabetic.

However, he cautioned, seeing as how both of my grandfathers had diabetes, and at least one of my fathers brothers had the disease, I was (drum-roll, please) "pre-disposed".

I was cautioned to exercise more, lay off the Dr Pepper, and to "stop eating like you're still 18".

A little after the first of 2010 I started noticing ... problems. I was losing words. Trying to write was like sifting through porridge. I knew what I wanted to say, but I couldn't figure out the words that were the structure to the ideas.

Then I started losing words in conversations. In the middle of a sentence, the next word in line would just sort of ... fade away ... leaving me to fumble about for a synonym.

You have no idea how good it is to write the word "synonym".

About three months ago, I was down south on an overnight trip to pick up one of our wandering critters when I lost a jail.

I remember waking up in the motel in McAllen, Texas. I remember leaving the motel to drive to the Hidalgo County Jail, looking at the scenery and remarking, "Damn, that looks a lot like San Antonio."

Baby Officer, who was driving, said, "That's because it is San Antone, 'Dog."

When I turned to look at her to tell her, "Nice try", I noticed that there was someone in the back seat of the cruiser.

Not only do I have absolutely no recollection of the four-hour, two-hundred and twenty mile trip from Edinburg to San Antonio, but -- and this is the terrifying part for someone who memorizes floor-plans out of habit -- I couldn't tell you where the Hidalgo County jail is, what it looks like, where Intake is, who I talked to, or how I received our prisoner.

To this day: nothing.

When we got back to the S.O., I drove down to my Dr, walked in and said, "Something's wrong."

Fifteen minutes later, he waves the infamous Little Sample Cup in my general direction and announces, "Here's your problem. This could be poured over pancakes. Go home. Nothing to eat after 10PM, be at the lab at 8 AM. Wear loose clothing."

Long story short, six months after being diagnosed with pre-diabetes, I'm looking at full-on Diabetes, Type 2 (Non Insulin Dependent).

*sigh*

After three months of a low-carb diet, exercise, and metformin twice daily the general fogginess that somehow snuck up on me has gone away, and I think I'm back up to snuff.

Which is A Good Thing.

LawDog

Sunday, June 06, 2010

The Longest Day

On this day in 1944, 175 000 American, Australian, British, Canadian, Norwegian, Polish and Free French troopies entered the term "D-Day" into the English language, as well as "Omaha Beach", "Utah Beach", "Sword Beach", "Juno Beach", "Gold Beach", and "Pointe du Hoc".




Thank you, gentlemen.

LawDog

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Monster Hunter update

Larry Correia's sequel to Monster Hunter International is apparently being released as an electronic book ahead of the dead tree edition.

Woo-HOO!

LawDog

Hoo-AH!



Wow.

That right there is a young man with a set of big brass ones.

LawDog

Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day


“Poor is the Nation that has no heroes, but beggared is the Nation that has and forgets them.”

--Anonymous

Remember.

LawDog

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Don't like it? I-35 goes north.

In an unusual display of common sense, the Texas State Capitol building security has put in an express lane for those Texas citizens with Concealed Handgun Licenses.

Yes, Gentle Readers, if you go through the training, and the background check, and the fingerprinting -- as well as coughing up the dosh -- and you decide to visit your Capitol building in Austin (with your handgun and license in paw) you have an express lane through Security.

If that doesn't warm the fuzzy little cockroaches of your heart, I don't know what will.

Do allow me to choose some select quotes:

"It's perhaps the only public building in the country where pistol-packing average Joes can walk through security undeterred."

"The general public has to get scanned at the entrances. State officials and gun toting citizenry do not."

I have no doubt that various types will most certainly get their knickers into a knot over this perfectly logical step, and for those gentle souls I have but one thing to say to reassure your timid little hearts: I-35 goes north; I-10 and I-40 go east and west. Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you.

Nothing but love -- and God Bless Texas!

LawDog

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Gigglesnort!

If you are a pencil-and-paper RPG gamer -- particularly if you play any incarnation of AD&D -- you must see The Gamers: Dorkness Rising from Dead Gentlemen Productions.

The movie is made -- probably in a garage -- from the perspectives of a gaming group, and switches back-and-forth between the players at the tabletop, and their characters in the game.

While by no means high-budget, it is side-splittingly funny, and surprisingly well-done. Hollywood should take notes.

Unfortunately, if you're not a table-top gamer, you probably won't like it nearly as well.

Watch for inside stuff -- Sean K Reynolds and Monte Cook both have cameo roles; Gary Gygax's name is used as a Glyph of Warding, and there are multiple references to various other RPG games.

Undead Turkeys Rule!

LawDog