12 Months or 200K Miles, whichever comes first…


Survived another physical… sigh…


Why is it, you spend at least TWO hours shuffling from place to place within one building and still end up wasting at least an hour and a half just sitting???


Just for S&Gs I timed how long it actually took to get everything done today…


Log in- 30 sec
Wait-10 min
Nurse (BP, Temp, Weight, Pulse)- 2 min
Wait- 15 min
EKG- 7 minutes
Wait- 22 min
X-Ray- 4 minutes
Wait- 19 min
Lab work- 3 minutes
Wait- 29 min
Doctor- 8 minutes
Check out 30 sec


Sooooo… 95 minutes of waiting for 25 minutes of actually doing the things that are required for a physical (and I was the second one in the door)…


And I REALLY wish he’d take that damn ring off BEFORE the finger wave… sigh…


Oddly enough, he had a litho hanging on the wall titled “The Day They Made The Doctors Wait”


We had a little ‘discussion’ over that, and he was at least apologetic about the wait, which is more than I can say for most of em… He actually knocked the price down a bit too!


So bottom line, at least according to him I’m good to go-
     But I need a job with less stress…
     I need to take regular breaks and move around…
     He’s referring me for my neck/back problems…
     I need to stop drinking so much coffee…
     I need to eat better…
     I need to exercise more…


Sigh…  At least I don’t need another colonoscopy (for at least 5 years)


Seriously folks, get a physical on a regular or semi-regular basis; it might just save your life!

The REAL 1%…


This came over the transom via e-mail late this evening…

I believe this is BZ‘s Congressman, but in any case, I’m 1000% behind what he has to say…




By Buck McKeon…

In parks and city squares across the nation, America’s youth claim that they are “the 99 percent.” That is, the 99 percent of Americans the Occupy Wall Street group believes are struggling through economic hardships and inequality. 

Their villain is the 1 percent — the purveyors of power who the movement holds accountable for our fiscal woes.

 As chairman of the Armed Services Committee, I support a somewhat different 1 percent. Despite ten years of war, we have been kept safe by 1 percent of Americans who have volunteered to wear the uniform, volunteered to stand a post and volunteered to keep us safe. 

At a time when our nation faces such grave financial challenges and we debate vigorously over how to right our fiscal ship, we must remember that we are a nation at war, and that every day our troops leave the wire, walk long patrols across unforgiving terrain, keeping us free from harm, bearing hardships in the name of our flag and our freedom.

The deeds and actions of Occupy Wall Street boast household recognition. But how many households know Army Specialist Jesse Snow? 

During a tough fight in Afghanistan, Snow crawled on his belly into withering enemy fire, dragging two of his wounded teammates back towards a friendly position using his body as a shield and giving his life to save his comrades.

How many know Capt. Ademola Fabayo, an immigrant from Nigeria who was awarded the Navy Cross for his heroic plunge into an intense firefight, in an attempt in vain to save four of his Marines?

Several months ago, I visited Fort Jackson, S.C., to watch 500 new recruits graduate from U.S. Army Basic training. They stood quietly and proudly at attention, with adoring families looking on, having volunteered to serve their nation during wartime. Eight of those young men and women were immigrants, earning their citizenship through their service.  I am very proud that my granddaughter was among them.

They were among the 1 percent who volunteered to wear the uniform, so that the 99 percent can assemble and speak out free from fear of the draft.  

 It is instructive to consider the stark differences between these two different youth movements.

The 99 percent argues its poverty using $300 smart phones. The 1 percent endures long hours, modest pay and the harshness of combat, but demands nothing.  

 The 99 percent demands that the government pay back their student loans, often for expensive degrees in academic fields not adequate to compete in today’s tough employment market. 

The 1 percent who wear the uniform enters into a social compact with the government, offering four years of wartime service in exchange for a GI Bill that will cover the cost of tuition at a state, not private, university. Some soldiers attend night classes after a full day of work, disrupting their education for long deployments to places like Iraq and Afghanistan.

The 99 percent insist that they be provided full benefits, retirement and health care, simply for being born a U.S. citizen. 

But when Washington discussed cutting military benefits, retirement, and health care, the 1 percent in uniform sat quietly by, pressing on with their service and their sacrifices.

The 99 percent insists our enemies are internal, loudly lamenting their misfortune due the schemes of an ever-changing host of antagonists. But the 1 percent in uniform does not complain, does not lament, does not fall victim to self pity or doubt. 

They quietly fight a real enemy, one that would do great harm and bring horrific violence to our fellow citizens if only afforded the opportunity.

Over the last several months, Washington has stalled over how to resolve America’s debt crisis.  In this debate, some have set up a series of false choices, pretending that higher taxes and more domestic spending could make our nation prosperous again and that cuts to our military will not make us less safe.

In reality, the 1 percent in uniform have taken on an enormously tough job in an increasingly dangerous world, one they continue to perform though politicians in Washington threaten to cut their equipment and benefits dramatically.

I have made it my mission to ensure that these false choices are exposed and our obligations to those who serve — and those who have served before them  — are met first. 

This week, we learned that the committee formed for and charged with finding needed savings has failed to do its job, and now, unfortunately, America’s military is facing cuts that will devastate the armed forces and force us to break faith with service members. I do not accept that outcome.

Our military has already contributed nearly a half-trillion dollars to deficit reduction. Those who have given us so much, have nothing more to give.

Defense Secretary Leon Panetta has said he doesn’t want to be the secretary who hollows out defense. Likewise, I will not be the armed services chairman who presides over crippling our military. I will not let these sequestration cuts stand. I will be introducing legislation in the coming days to prevent cuts that will do catastrophic damage to our men and women in uniform and our national security

We should not seek to disparage legitimate concerns about the tough economic hardships plaguing our nation. But nor should we look to this protest movement as a viable exponent of recovery or revitalization.

It is the 1 percent, not the 99 percent, that will bring its integrity and its character into law, government and business and spread it to all corners of society. They are our greatest hope, and they are our way forward. 

Let’s pause and remember that this special class of citizen, this 1 percent, is the model for citizenship, service and salvation from our despair and our woes. 

And to those two professors that don’t believe the military deserves anything, like care packages, etc… Why don’t you go pound sand down a rabbit hole somewhere, or even better yet, why don’t YOU go downrange and see how good you really are in that environment???

Bet both of them would be shitting their pants in the first 5 seconds of the first firefight, and be screaming for somebody to help them…

I would truly love for some returned Vets, or some older Vets, in Class As to go ‘audit’ these gents courses…

Just sayin…

Quick Trip…


Made a quick trip out to Indy for the short notice blog meet, and was met with another @&*(#$ Chicken Pot Pie… sigh…  You can read about it over at Brigid’s HERE.


It was nice to meet some new folks and FINALLY meet the ‘infamous’ Uncle Jay (good folks, and travels ‘almost’ as much as I do).


It was interesting to note that it was a round table, but Tam ended up at the ‘head’ of the table (back to the window, sunlight masking her movements), and Roberta ended up anchoring the table at the 6 o’clock position…


Good food, good friends, good times, it just doesn’t get any better!

Hey Untied…

You are doin it rong…

You have a good charity that you are working with (Children’s Hospice), but your execution at IAD this morning leaves a LOT to be desired…

When you close the diamond checkpoint with 10 people trying to get in and NONE of your group ready to go, that’ll cause some heartburn, and the little shooing motion??? All I can say is get over it, you’d little power trip is not impressing anyone!

And in the insult to injury department, closing the far end D gate is a nice gesture for the kids, closing the ONLY smoking area in that terminal is not gong to win you any friends with either the passengers OR your co-workers…

And the gratuitous comment about our not needing to smoke, with the little supercilious sniff at the end? well lemme just say you’re lucky there were kids close to us or you would have gotten a comment back that would probably have kept me from flying today!!!

As an OBTW, I do happen to be GS with y’all, and if you REALLY piss me off, I can probably take about half a million dollars a year worth of business to American…

Just sayin…

Calories…


Since we’re coming up on Christmas…

Here’s the guide to calorie-burning activities and the number of calories per hour they consume.

Beating around the bush. . . . . . . . .75
Jumping to conclusions . . . . . . . . ..100
Climbing the walls . . . . . . . . . . ……150
Swallowing your pride. . . . . . . … . .50
Passing the buck . . . . . . . . . . . …….25
Throwing your weight around
(depending on your weight). . . …. . 50-300
Dragging your heels. . . . . . . . . …… 100
Pushing your luck. . . . . . . . . . . …….250
Making mountains out of molehills. 500
Hitting the nail on the head . . . . … .50
Wading through paperwork . . . .  . 300
Bending over backwards . . . . . . . . 75
Jumping on the bandwagon . . . . . . 200
Balancing the books. . . . . . . . . . ….25
Running around in circles. . . . . . . .350
Eating crow. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .225
Tooting your own horn. . . . . . . . . .25
Climbing the ladder of success . . . 750
Pulling out the stops. . . . . . . . . . . . 75
Adding fuel to the fire. . . . . . . . . . 160
Wrapping it up at the day’s end. . . 12
Opening a can of worms . . . . . . . . 50
Putting your foot in your mouth. . .300
Starting the ball rolling. . . . . . . . . . 90
Going over the edge. . . . . . . . . . . . 25
Picking up the pieces after. . . . . . . 350
Counting eggs before they hatch. . .6
Calling it quits . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .2


You may use as necessary to figure out your holiday exercise schedule… or not… 🙂

Hoplophobia, it’s alive and well…


And living in the DC area…


I had a rather interesting little confrontation on an elevator yesterday. It was raining all day and I knew I had to visit a number of buildings, so I had on boots, an old fashioned (hell, an OLD) waterproof western duster, and a Drizabone hat.  As I stepped onto the elevator in one particular building, two metrocons or metrosexuals or whatever the term is, commented on how ‘retro’ I looked, and the one that I ‘think’ was the boy (it had the deeper voice and only one earring), chirped (can’t think of a better word for the way it sounded), “Oh, do you have the cowboy hat to go with that outfit?”


My answer was,  “yes, and the six gun too!” with a grin…


Both of them literally got pale and moved as FAR away from me as they could (it was an elevator), and stood there trembling!!!


They got off at the first floor where the doors opened, staying as far from me as they could.  And looked back at me like I was going to shoot them in the back when they left.


An older lady standing next to me just started laughing, muttered about damn kids, and said that wasn’t the floor they punched in.


She then asked, in a Texas twang, if my six shooter was a Peacemaker. When I told her it was, she said she still has her Grandfather’s and still shoots it occasionally.


So Hoplophobia is alive and well, and apparently a trained response of the metrocon/metrosexuals…


I’m really beginning to wonder what kind of world we’ll be living in when these kids take over…


And a sidenote, MSWord thinks Hoplophobia is a mis-spelling…

And Peter has an OUTSTANDING post up HERE, that y’all need to go read. He’s done the due diligence, sifted the hype, and looked in corners most people miss.  I will say I concur 100% with what he’s written, and this is one of the best precis of the current situation I’ve seen anywhere, including magazines and the MSM (such as they are)…

Pearl Harbor Day…


This year is the 70th anniversary of the “Day that will live in Infamy”; and it surely has…


You can go HERE and read/listen to the whole speech by President Roosevelt. 

The USS Arizona, not long after being hit by Japanese bombs.

And today… The Arizona Memorial stands as a reminder of ALL the war dead at Pearl Harbor.



This wall contains 1,177 names of the personnel who died onboard that day, there is now an adjunct list of survivors who have had their remains returned to the USS Arizona, so that they might be reunited with their shipmates.


The Pearl Harbor survivors no longer make the trip to Hawaii, as I believe even the youngest is almost 90 and they are passing at a horrendous rate…


Remember, today the flag is flown at half mast all day; in memorial to all those who died that day.


In a sad aside, the remains of MCAS Ewa (the first place actually attacked) will probably plowed under shortly; a long effort to preserve at least the bits and pieces that remain will be lost to commercial development…


RIP Shipmates, we’re still trying to do the right thing. 

Ye Gods and Little Fishes, version #987…



In addition to not knowing where he is, (hint: Kansas and Texas are NOT the same place). He’s at it again… Now it’s ATMs and teh Interwebz that are responsible for job losses…


“Layoffs too often became permanent, not part of the business cycle, And these changes didn’t just affect blue collar workers. If you were a bank teller or a phone operator or a travel agent, you saw many in your profession replaced by ATMs and the internet,” President Obama said at a campaign even in Kansas.


HERE is the video…


And in other news-


STANTON, Mich. (The Daily News of Greenville)- The United States is fighting terrorism – one snow cone at a time.


Montcalm County recently received a $900 Arctic Blast Sno-Cone machine.


The West Michigan Shoreline Regional Development Commission (WMSRDC) is a federal- and state-designated agency responsible for managing and administrating the homeland security program in Montcalm County and 12 other counties.


The WMSRDC recently purchased and transferred homeland security equipment to these counties – including 13 snow cone machines at a total cost of $11,700.


But the county that requested the popcorn machine didn’t get it…  HERE is the rest of the story…


And that whole GM will buy back Volts if the customer is worried about battery safety… Um… Not so much…


General Motors attempted to clarify last week conflicting reports on whether the automaker was willing to buy back Chevy Volts from owners worried about battery safety.


Rest of the article HERE


And just for S&Gs… Jerry Brown is going DIRECT to the voters asking for a $7B tax increase.


Brown’s proposal is projected to raise $7 billion per year and would expire in 2016.  (Yeah, right…)  Article is HERE


I’m just gonna buy more ammo, go sit in my little corner and be nice and quiet…

Range Report/Blog Shoot…


This one is gonna be a combo, a range report and a report on the inaugural Eastern Panhandle Blog shoot (hey, I didn’t come up with the name…)


First, the blog shoot; Murphy over at Lagniappes Lair honcho’ed this one and found us a nice place to shoot, his AAR is HERE.  Peacemaker is a new range, and while we didn’t get to use the new 1000 yard range (a class was there), it’s a nice facility.


It was a tad short notice, but I was kinda disappointed in the turnout, as I’d expected more DC area shooters to participate.  We did have visitors (Bubblehead Les from Cleveland, not a blogger, but a frequent commenter) and Keads who drove up from the Charlotte area.  Locals were Murph, myself, Andy, Marty, New Jovian Thunderbolt, Proud Hillbilly, and Stretch and the other Andy ( both frequent commenters, but no blog).


We donated enough to pay the range fee and still donate over $200 to Wounded Warriors, so all in all, it was a good day.


I think the best shots of the day were Marty, at 250+ yards with his Beretta Storm Carbine actually hitting a steel plate four time with only a red dot!!!


As usual, we had soup to nuts for guns, Stretch brought out some nice old .22 pistols and also had a nice old Winchester 92 in 30-06.  , we had a bunch of M-1s and Murph and Proud Hillbilly both had Arisakas that were actually fire-able and were shot.  The other Andy had an old K-98 Mauser and Les brought a Sporterized 8mm Mauser we shot a few times.  Keads brought pistols galore and a nice Winchester 94, and we were all sharing back and forth as always.


That 250 yard gong was just plain fun too 🙂  Multiple folks, shot after shot, hit after hit… And the RSO was just grinning and shaking his head (personally, I don’t think he’s seen that many people do it that often)!


On the pistol side, I picked up a new Ruger Mk III 22/45 and this was the first extended outing with it.



What you get is the pistol, two mags, the usual instruction books, and a little gun rug, etc. All for mid-$300 range, which is NOT a bad deal in my book.



The grip angle is a faithful reproduction of the 1911 grip angle and similarly placed controls with a button safety at the left rear, a button slide release mid frame on the left, and a mag release just aft of the trigger guard on the left frame.  



Likes- It’s a pretty accurate little pistol, consistent if a bit stiff trigger, and sight picture is similar if you ignore the rounded back of the slide.  The grip is identical to a full size 1911, and the pistol is heavy enough to ‘simulate’ a 1911 very well.


I don’t have any target pics, but it easily put 10 rounds into a 3 inch circle at 10 yards repeatedly.  


Dislikes- That trigger is not real great, and I’m probably going to a Volquartsen trigger like Sean did, but I’m going to take his advice and just have the Smith do it…


This would get the trigger closer (actually a bit lighter) to my 1911.


I’m also going to put different front and rear sights on it to mimic my 1911.


Ammo- I shot mostly CCI Blazer through it, but tried some of the Remington Subsonics (Thanks Stretch), and was not impressed with them, they didn’t eject all the time (stovepiping), and weren’t nearly as accurate.  This could be due to the fact that the gun is new and tight.  


Overall, I’d recommend the gun to anyone looking for a good 1911 trainer/general fun pistol. The few faults are all fixable at a reasonable cost, and it’s a nice little shooter for a mass produced pistol (and if I get ‘really’ bored, I can throw a suppressor on it)!

Today We Lost A Friend…


Mamaw, the matriarch of the Farm Family died this morning, finally losing her battle with cancer…


She was, self proclaimed, a tough ol biddy; and maybe she wouldn’t have fit in too well in ‘polite’ company, but she didn’t give a rats ass.  But she raised a family who worked the land, make do with what’s available, and are the salt of the earth…


I knew there was something a tad bit different when the first time I met her, she handed me a knife and told me to get to work cutting the brisket.  My ONLY answer was, “Yes Ma’am”…


It was hard to get her to talk, she always said she enjoyed listening to us, but if you could get her started she had some stories!


She took a bunch of folks she had never met, invited them into her home, and made us feel like family; except as she said, “Y’all discuss, y’all don’t argue!” After I reminded her of how many guns had come through her back door, she allowed as how that ‘might’ have something to do with it…


I’m going to say a prayer for the end of her suffering, and know that she is probably arguing with St. Peter already…


She will be sorely missed, but I’m sure none of us will ever forget her!


RIP Mamaw, you done good!
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