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Independence Day bike riding

I spent my July 4th Independence Day holiday riding my bicycle. Not just any little spin around the neighborhood. I rode the Firecracker 100K bike ride out of Cary, NC with the Capital Bicycle Club.

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Almost 65 miles of pedaling.

I’m fortunate that my father-in-law likes to ride, and went with me. It was pretty nice to spend the day riding with him. We completed the entire route in 5 hours 36 minutes and 35 seconds for an overall average speed of 11.1 MPH, including three official rest stops plus one extra rest stop. The big drops in the speed line show you where we rested. Our on-the-road time was 4 hours 55 minutes 1 second for an overall riding speed of 13.1 MPH. Not bad for my first organized bike ride in about 8 or 9 years. Also, pretty impressive on my Father-in-Law’s part given he was riding a mountain bike with dirt tires.

Best part of the ride? My really awesome ninja shower

Bike Shower

I hauled up the shower bag, stripped to my shorts, and showered off right there in the grass next to the truck. 5 plus hours in the sun and the water was nice and warm.

Then, on Saturday, I got a phone call telling me that they had drawn my raffle number and I’d won a $100 bicycle pump. SWEET! My previous pump died about 3 weeks ago, so it was just what I needed.

I’m looking forward to my next organized bike ride which will be  the Tour d’Orange. I’ll be riding the 68 mile loop. If you’re local and you can ride at least 36 miles, you should sign up and we’ll ride together. They have 36, 68, 80,  and 100 mile routes, all of which share the same first 36 mile loop. FiL is planning on getting some road tires, so we should be a bit faster this time.

And yes, I was carrying concealed.

A funny thing happened on the way to Gander Mountain

This post has been removed. In it’s place, here’s a photo of me getting two buckets of .22LR ammo at Gander Mountain.

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Where the magic happens

I finally cleaned my desk. And my office.

Blogging Setup

Several things happened that led to me finally cleaning up my desk. The company gave me a new printer/scanner/fax to replace the old broken printer that used to sit on my desk. I moved the new printer to a box off to the side. You can see it next to the Michael Z Williamson signed special edition on the left side of the picture.

Since I had all the new space on the desk, I thought I would haul out the second flat screen monitor my wife got for really cheap. Two monitors, one computer! But that didn’t work. I don’t have the right cables. But the new flat screen is a lot bigger than the old, so I swapped them out. Now I have the big monitor on the main computer.

So then I thought, why not pull out the spare laptop, the one I use for Skype? So I pulled it out and hooked it up to the old monitor. This meant a trip to the store to get a new keyboard. I dumped water into my old keyboard and broke it, so I’ve been using the spare keyboard. I got a wireless keyboard and mouse, swapped the wired keyboard to the Skype machine, along with the wireless mouse I already had, and presto, I’m all set to give myself computer monitor sunburn.

I must admit that it’s a little strange to be working on the computer without having to elbow piles of junk out of the way.

Elliot Fineman wants ME!

Five days ago I received this handsome offer from the email account of Martha Rosenberg, Editor for Elliot Fineman’s National Gun Victim’s Action Council

Hello Sean,
Would you care to appear on our radio show, It’s the Guns, Stupid in upcoming weeks? Each show features pro and anti guests interviewed separately by CEO Elliot Fineman.

You would have 20 minutes or so to explain your positions and have a conversation with Elliot.

The show runs on Thursdays at 6PM EST. Here is a link to recent shows. http://gunvictimsaction.org/bl og/category/its-the-guns-stupi d-radio-show/

We are attaching a description of the show.
Thanks. Please let us know.
Sincerely
NGVAC editors

They attached this press release type thingy,

announceshowSweet! How could I possibly resist? So after consulting with several gun blogger friends to see what they thought, I sent her this.

Dear Martha Rosenberg, NCGVAC Editor,

I have carefully considered your offer to appear on Elliot Fineman’s pejoratively named radio show as well as my possible responses. I have chosen, by way of a response,

“Are you freaking kidding me?”

Elliot Fineman? Why should I, a third tier regional gun blogger, use my tiny amount of fame to prop up the failed attempts of a gun grabbing rich man who is clearly insane? Sure, he’s not Mike Bloomberg rich, but he’s a whole lot wealthier than me. And to judge by his very few appearances on TV, his grasp upon reality is tenuous at best.

I’m sure that he looked like a good bet when Brady Campaign basically went bankrupt and CSGV descended into the Twitter version of the Jerry Springer Show. All the angry anti-gun figureheads from Brady’s farcical board of directors must have loved the idea of someone actually promising action instead of cynically using them to fundraise Paul Helmke’s salary while he did absolutely nothing to advance their agenda. But a couple of TV appearances later and the TV stations stopped calling Elliot, didn’t they? They just don’t forgive a rambling grumpy old man who’s so far gone that he openly attempted to extort Starbucks. It’s one thing to threaten a boycott. It’s quite another to demand a $10 Million cash payout.

The press will happily put lunatics on TV if they can use those lunatics to discredit gun owners. But by and large the press supports your gun grabbing agenda. Why would they wish to discredit their own side with a person who appears one step short of senility? I guess that’s why Elliot is now running his own radio show instead of appearing on TV.

This brings up an important point. Why are you exploiting the poor man? He clearly needs help and instead of making sure he gets it, you take his money and edit… something for him? What’s the matter, didn’t make the cut to join Bloomie’s paid staff? They’re rolling in cash. They claim 10 paid staffers in North Carolina alone! And the chance that they will make any meaningful changes to North Carolina gun laws is somewhere between a snowball’s chance in hell and the chance that I would lower myself to abusing a poor old man on his vanity radio program. Why don’t you get on Bloomie’s payroll. He might be crazy, but he’s at least got it together enough that no one feels sorry for him if you take his money.

I wish you well in any of your future endeavors that don’t include attacking the civil rights of 300 plus million Americans.

Sean D Sorrentino

I think that should prevent any further attempts on their part to return to fame on my back.

Quality time with some good books

I spend a lot of time in the car. I drive from location to location and do inspections of a nature I will not reveal for a company that will remain nameless out of respect for their undoubted desire to remain out of my political activities. I will go so far as to say that I work for an insurance company and leave it at that.

In any case, I’ve been driving a great deal since I started the job over 7 years ago and it’s only just occurred to me that perhaps listening to Pandora Radio (and Sirius Satellite Radio before that) all day long isn’t making me any smarter. A working knowledge of music that can be loosely categorized as Electronic Dance Music has helped me to catch the cultural reference during an episode of the really great TV show Grimm, but I have a feeling that if I just read a few of the more well known books I might at least feel a bit smarter for all the time invested.

For very good reason, the NC State Troopers frown on reading actual books while driving so I’ve turned to the Wake County Library’s extensive audiobook collection. And by “very extensive,” I mean “I didn’t know that many audiobooks existed, let alone in one easily searched, easily ordered, conveniently located place.” And that’s just the ones on physical audio CDs. They have more that are downloadable.

When I received my new company car, I found that Chevrolet had kindly installed a USB port that allowed me to connect a flash drive to the radio. Neat! I already had ripped most of Harry Potter, so I put it on a flash drive and I listened to it again, all the way to Book 4. Then I discovered the Aubrey-Maturin novels. These books were the basis for the Russell Crowe movie, Master and Commander: Far Side of the World. The books, not surprisingly, are even better than the movie. I am working my way through them at a prodigious pace. I’ve read the books up to book 13 and I just finished listening to book 10. I cannot recommend them highly enough. This leaves me with a serious problem. I’ll be done with book 20, and the series, in just a month or two. Then what? What should I listen to then?

I’ve combined one of the online “100 books to read before you die a horrible death because some idiot wasn’t paying attention during his morning commute” lists with the Wake County Public Library’s helpful online card catalog (we can still call it that even though the cards are virtual, right?) and I’ve developed the following list of books to borrow and listen to. This list is alphabetical by author’s last name.

Title Author
Watership Down Adams, Richard
Little women Alcott, Louisa May
Pride and prejudice Austen, Jane
Sense and sensibility Austen, Jane
Persuasion Austen, Jane
Emma Austen, Jane
Jane Eyre Bronte, Charlotte
Wuthering Heights Brontë, Emily
Captain Vorpatril’s alliance Bujold, Lois McMaster
The secret garden Burnett, Frances Hodgson
Ender’s Game Card, Orson Scott
Alice’s adventures in Wonderland Carroll, Lewis
The Canterbury tales Chaucer, Geoffrey
Heart of darkness Conrad, Joseph
Charlie and the chocolate factory Dahl, Roald
Robinson Crusoe Defoe, Daniel
Minority report and other stories Dick, Philip K
A Christmas carol Dickens, Charles
A tale of two cities Dickens, Charles
Great expectations Dickens, Charles
Oliver Twist Dickens, Charles
Crime and punishment Dostoyevsky, Fyodor
The adventures of Sherlock Holmes Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir
Rebecca Du Maurier, Daphne, Dame
The Count of Monte Cristo Dumas, Alexandre
The sound and the fury Faulkner, William
Tender is the night Fitzgerald, F. Scott
Madame Bovary Flaubert, Gustave
Memoirs of a geisha Golden, Arthur
Lord of the flies Golding, William
The wind in the willows Grahame, Kenneth
Tess of the D’Urbervilles Hardy, Thomas
The return of the native Hardy, Thomas
The scarlet letter Hawthorne, Nathaniel
Catch-22 Heller, Joseph
Dune Herbert, Frank
The wailing wind Hillerman, Tony
The Odyssey Homer
The Iliad Homer
The remains of the day Ishiguro, Kazuo
A portrait of the artist as a young man Joyce, James
Ulysses Joyce, James
On the road Kerouac, Jack
To kill a mockingbird Lee, Harper
The lion, the witch and the wardrobe Lewis, C. S
Prince Caspian Lewis, C. S
The horse and his boy Lewis, C. S
The last battle Lewis, C. S
The magician’s nephew Lewis, C. S
The silver chair Lewis, C. S
The voyage of the Dawn Treader Lewis, C. S
The call of the wild London, Jack
The prince Machiavelli, Niccolò
Life of Pi Martel, Yann
Atonement McEwan, Ian
Moby Dick Melville, Herman
Cloud atlas Mitchell, David
Anne of Green Gables Montgomery, L. M.
Lolita Nabokov, Vladimir Vladimirovich
The time traveler’s wife Niffenegger, Audrey
1984 Orwell, George
Animal farm Orwell, George
Frankenstein Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft
A town like Alice Shute, Nevil, 1899-1960
Of mice and men Steinbeck, John
The grapes of wrath Steinbeck, John
Dracula Stoker, Bram
Gulliver’s travels Swift, Jonathan
The hobbit Tolkien, J. R. R.
Anna Karenina Tolstoy, Leo, graf
The time machine Wells, H. G.
Charlotte’s web White, E. B.

I am surprised by the number of books on this list that I have never read.

Any suggestions? Did I miss any that you think I should add? Are there any that I should avoid like the plague?

Let Joan’s crying begin

Six days. That’s all it took for Utah to send me a renewed Utah Concealed Firearm Permit. I applied for a renewal on Sunday and I received the new CFP in the mail today. That’s service for you. And the best part is that they renewed it for 5 years from the date of the original CFP’s expiration date, so I’m good until 5-18-2019.

I just made Joan Peterson cry

Long time readers of this blog will remember that I started blogging as a response to Joan Peterson at CommonGunsense.com (no link for her) censoring her comments. Mostly I’ve gotten away from reading or even thinking of her. It’s better for my sanity not to be exposed to her. But today I spent $15.75 just to make her cry.

I just renewed my Utah CFP

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So how does renewing my Utah CFP make Joan Peterson cry?

This is my North Carolina CHP reciprocity map.

NCCHP

And here’s the same map with a Utah Non Resident CFP added.

NCCHPplusUtah
Will you look at that! For the princely sum of $15.75, I will may carry a concealed handgun in the state of Minnesota at any time in the next 5 years! And I didn’t even have to get out of my desk chair to do it because Utah makes it an easy online process to renew!

And now you know how $15.75 well spent can make a gun grabber cry for five whole years. For those who want me to actually travel to Minnesota, hit up my PayPal with some travel money and I’ll be more than happy to visit.

You can make your own reciprocity maps HERE.

I get kicked out of a “Memorial Service” at a Catholic Church (*Video*)

I ended up visiting the anti-gun Moms Demand Action, a wholly owned subsidiary of Michael Bloomberg, Inc’s “Memorial Service” and fundraising event in Durham. I visited for about 30 seconds. Here’s how the News and Observer puts it.

Just before the event started, Haldeman was chatting in the church vestibule when her eyes narrowed. She dashed in front of a dark haired, clean-cut man.

“Sean, you are not welcome here,” she said. “Please leave the premises.”

The man, Sean Sorrentino, left quietly. A gun-rights activist, Sorrentino recently posted on his blog a picture of Mothers Demand Action members gathered in front of a church.

The caption: “Congratulations, you’ve had a child. How does having sex without birth control qualify you to infringe on our rights?”

Here’s the photo they are referring to

Moms Demand

I didn’t make any sort of a disturbance, nor would I have made one, especially inside of a house of worship. I think it’s projection. The Left enjoys disrupting events, so they probably can’t imagine that we wouldn’t return the favor.

ABC11 WTVD actually made me their headline.

Protester thrown out of Durham Sandy Hook vigil

A service was held Saturday in Durham honoring the Newtown school shooting victims and demanding gun reform. Others made their voices heard in favor of gun rights.

Not everyone at the service was in favor of gun restrictions. A man standing across the street called himself a protester and said he was thrown out.

“I am a fairly well known local activist for gun rights. So the organizer recognized me at the door and kicked me out,” protester Sean Sorrentino said. “Why do they want to take away my rights in order to feel better about something some crazy person did?”

Here’s the video

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NewsCarolina 14 also stopped to chat.

But there’s also the other side. Sean Sorrentino said he was banned from the ceremony because he’s a vocal second amendment supporter. He says gun control shouldn’t limit his rights.

“Take a look at these people who are committing this crime and what’s actually happening is that these people have a criminal history. Put them in jail, leave them in jail,” he said.

I should point out that we were talking about violent crime in general, not Sandy Hook in particular when I pointed out the most violent crimes are committed by people with previous convictions.

Here’s the video.

Moms Demand Action, a wholly owned subsidiary of Michael Bloomberg, Inc, is calling their current fundraiser/blood dancing effort “No More Silence,” but they don’t want to hear from anyone with a differing opinion.

My dog wants to be a “Castle Caretaker” in Slovenia

 I’m not sure who “Pet’s Dialog” is, but I know Slovenia. It’s an awesome country. My wife and I spent 2 weeks touring last year, almost all of it in Slovenia. Someone thought it would be fun to run a contest. Winner gets to be a “Castle Caretaker” in Slovenia, complete with a salary. My dog signed us up. Seems she’s tired of hearing the stories about how much fun we had and wants to see for herself. Vote for us?

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 As I pointed out on Facebook, if you like me, by voting for me you’d be doing something nice. If you don’t like me, voting would mean I live further away. It’s a win either way.

Cloudy with a chance of attacking pit bulls

Dysis, my dog, and I had a bit of excitement this morning. Honestly, I don’t want excitement during my morning dog walk. I want boring. Quiet and boring is even better. But apparently the pit bull that lives on the last ¼ mile of our walk had other plans. She launched out of a yard, came across the street, and charged at us.

At first I dealt with it as before. I stood her off, with my leather sap in my hand just in case. She wouldn’t attack me, but it was pretty clear that she wanted a piece of Dysis. I don’t like the fact that my dog gets hauled around on her choke chain as I try to keep her behind me and away from the pit. She’s on her leash and being a good dog, why should she suffer? I called the cops once I was sure she was planning on staying on what I thought was her property. She was still barking up a storm, which the 911 operator could hear. Then I backed away and took Dysis home.

I was so mad about this dog that I dropped the dog off at home and went back to point the dog out to the cops when they got there. They never came. I sat on the curb across the street. The dog barked and barked at me, but wasn’t interested in attacking me. Tail was low, wagging from 5 o’clock to 7 o’clock. Not friendly, but not a dominant dog about to attack. Also not a terrified dog about to defend herself. I probably sat on the curb for 20 minutes trying to get the dog to come closer. It was about 7:15 am when I suddenly remembered that I actually had to work this morning, which was why I was up at 5:30AM to walk the dog instead of waiting until a reasonable hour.

While I was sitting there, waiting for the cops, one of the neighbors came out to get her morning paper. She thought the dog had cornered me and started yelling at it to go home. I reassured her that I was fine and got her to tell me which house she lived at. It wasn’t the house I originally thought, nor was it the house she was in front of the second time. It was the house in the middle. She evidently thought she owned the whole street.

So there I am, waiting for the cops, with a dog barking at me and I realize that I don’t have all day, I’m actually going to be late for work if I don’t shake a leg. So I thought, “let’s see if I can knock on the owner’s door.” I got up, making the dog run and bark. Then I got to the property and looked at the dog. If she’s going to attack, this is when it’s going to happen, as I invade her territory. She actually got quieter. I walked up the driveway. No problems. I got up to the front door and she ran past me to get up the steps. No barking. In fact, she must have decided that I was an invited guest, so she demanded petting. She’d been barking at me for 20 minutes, but when I went up to her front door, she decided she wanted to be friends. How strange.

When no one answered my knocking, I took her around the side and let her back into her back yard. Yay, problem solved, right? I called the police and let them know the dog was corralled in her yard, and suddenly she was back over the fence barking at me as I walked down the street. Sigh.

With the cops on the way and no way to keep the dog contained, I called my wife, woke her up, and asked her to bring the spare leash to me. Poor woman didn’t really want to be dragged out of bed at 7:30 on a Sunday morning, but she came. The dog thought she was a threat and started barking at her, protecting me. Silly dog. My wife tossed me the leash and I put it on the dog. She didn’t seem to mind.

This still leaves me with the “well now what?” problem. I can’t leave, I can’t stay, and I can’t dump it off on my wife while I go to work. So I took her home. Since I was leaving with the dog, I called the police a third time to let them know what was happening. I walked the ¼ mile home with the dog, tied her to my front porch, and jumped in the shower. Of course, I was still wet when the policeman finally showed up. I handed the dog off to the cop, told the story, and jumped in the car. I was only 4 minutes late to my first appointment, well within the margin of error. Of course, I didn’t get breakfast.

So, no dogs dead. No people injured. No police officers shooting any attacking pit bulls. I’ve done my good deed for the day, but I’ll bet that the owner, when they find him, will still be pissed at me. He can kiss my butt.

You can follow the antics of my dog, Dysis, on her Facebook page.