Category Archives: Random Stuff

Finally some useful “prepper” advice for dealing with snow events in NC

Luke, from Triangle Tactical, offers some intelligent advice for dealing with snowstorms in North Carolina. What’s better is that the advice is actually useful and not the “If you have $10K, do this” advice.

  1. Put a reflective vest in your car. If you have a family, put a couple reflective vests in your car.
  2. When you know it’s coming, get prepared
  3. What do you have at home for supplies?
  4. Stay Put!

Most times people post their “How to get prepared” stories, you wonder how much money they’ve tied up into their preps. This time it’s just a couple of easy things you can do that will make your life a whole lot easier. I’ve personally been carrying a couple of MREs, complete with the fancy heaters, some water, and a change of clothes in the trunk.

They say that safety rules are written in the blood of those who worked without safety rules. Click over to read how Luke learned that a reflective vest might have been a good idea.

No firing squads for criminals

According to Jim Hoft at Gateway Pundit, a Missouri lawmaker wishes to bring back firing squads as a method of execution.

When Rep. Paul Fitzwater, R-Potosi, signed his name as co-sponsor of a bill that would allow execution by firing squad, he was thinking of the victims.

That last minute or so of a murder victim’s life can be brutal: He or she doesn’t get to take a lethal injection to die, Fitzwater said.

“People look at inmates who will be executed as victims,” Fitzwater said. “But the real victims have no voice because they are gone.”

I think this is a bad idea. Not because I object to people who deserve it being shot. No, the real reason is that the firing squad is a military execution method. It should be reserved for military executions.

We should hang them instead. I’d be willing to go with guillotine if there the condemned expressed a desire to “spill his blood on the ground” because he felt his Mormon faith required it. But a firing squad is too dignified.

I get hate mail (slight language warning)

A strange email today. I assume that the person who wrote this is using the offensive word in the British/Australian sense rather than the way Americans use it.

From: Republicunt [email protected]>
Subject: OMG

Message Body:
So glad that I don’t live in US. Shooting people is part of your culture i guess. Shame !!

The email address is, of course, made up. This person wouldn’t want to be answered back. So I will give my answer here.


I always liked Jose Ferrer’s performance.

Wikiwandering, Travel Edition

So my wife had a cool photo as her computer desktop photo.


so I ask, “Where’s that?” She had no idea, so I took a photo of it and did an image search and found this.

Riffelsee is an alpine lake above the town of Zermatt in the canton of Valais, Switzerland. It lies below the Riffelhorn at an elevation of 2757 m, and has a surface area of 0.45 ha. The lake can be reached from Rotenboden railway station (2815 m) on the Gornergratbahn mountain railway.

So of course, my next stop was Gornergratbahn mountain railway, of course.

The Gornergratbahn, or Gornergrat Bahn (English: Gornergrat Railway) (GGB), is a nine-kilometre metre-gauge mountain rack railway, with Abt rack system. It leads from Zermatt, Switzerland (1,604 m or 5,262 ft), up to the Gornergrat railway station (3,089 m or 10,135 ft) on the Gornergrat. It is the second highest railway in Europe after the Jungfrau, although it is the highest open-air railway of the continent. The Gornergrat is a starting point for many hikes, as it lies surrounded by 29 peaks rising above 4,000 m (13,123 ft) in the Alps and several glaciers, including the Gorner Glacier (which is billed as the second longest glacier in the Alps). At the end of the line on Gornergrat, the Matterhorn is visible on a clear day. It is also a popular skiing area.

Sounds like fun. My wife is always saying she’d like to ride a cog railway. Plus, one of the stations has a 5 Star Superior resort.

But I have a dog, and I’d like to take her with me. Can she ride on the Gornergratbahn?



Now all I need to do is collect the requisite pile of money to pay for it all. The resort only wants about $2,100 for their 2 days for 2 at 2,222 meters package. Though I might have to buy one of those fancy acclimatization tents so that I don’t get mountain sickness from flying to Switzerland and riding straight to the top of a mountain.

For extra entertainment, check out their prices to spend Christmas in their Matterhorn Suite. Ten day minimum! (one CHF is roughly equivalent to $1.11 right now)

I think it might be nice to be rich. I’ll bet the food is good.

How to talk like a Leftist to little girls

I read an article yesterday that set my teeth on edge. I tossed off something about it on Facebook and then it seemed to spiral into a bigger discussion than Facebook would handle. I promised my Facebook friends that I would explain myself here.

I went to a dinner party at a friend’s home last weekend, and met her five-year-old daughter for the first time.

Little Maya was all curly brown hair, doe-like dark eyes, and adorable in her shiny pink nightgown. I wanted to squeal, “Maya, you’re so cute! Look at you! Turn around and model that pretty ruffled gown, you gorgeous thing!”

But I didn’t. I squelched myself. As I always bite my tongue when I meet little girls, restraining myself from my first impulse, which is to tell them how darn cute/ pretty/ beautiful/ well-dressed/ well-manicured/ well-coiffed they are.

She goes on to justify her refusal to address physical appearance with this little girl on the basis that acknowleding looks feeds into a cultural norm that girls need to do whatever is necessary to be pretty. I think she’s totally wrong.

The way you make women feel comfortable about how they look is to tell them as children that they are pretty. You don’t avoid the issue and pretend that it doesn’t exist. You don’t tell the world what a great person you are because you struck a blow against the sins of look-ism by grinding your teeth when the little girl reads a book about a little girl who wears pink

Purplicious was Maya’s pick and a new one to me, as Maya snuggled next to me on the sofa and proudly read aloud every word, about our heroine who loves pink but is tormented by a group of girls at school who only wear black. Alas, it was about girls and what they wore, and how their wardrobe choices defined their identities. But after Maya closed the final page, I steered the conversation to the deeper issues in the book: mean girls and peer pressure and not going along with the group.

In some ways she is right. Don’t focus on the colors, focus on the bad behavior of the mean girls. Focus on the attempt to shame the one girl into group conformity. But don’t expect a kids book to come up with a complicated non-lookist way to show that the one little girl was different from the group. It’s a kids book.

I understand the motivation. I’ve done sort of the same thing as this woman when playing with the children of my friends. Once in my early 20s, the 9 year old daughter of a friend asked me to play Barbie with her. We were waiting for something, she was bored, and it was suddenly Barbie time. I told her that I would play, but only if I was allowed to be Barbie. She didn’t like the rules, but if I have to play Barbie, it’s going to be on my terms. Her mom must have laughed herself silly at a 20 something paratrooper playing Barbie with her 9 year old.

I insisted that Barbie worked for Jet Propulsion Laboratories in Pasadena, California. And I always said it that way, the full name and location. I went there to see the mock up Space Shuttle when I was in Junior High. Barbie was a Rocket Scientist. Oh, she was a HOT rocket scientist, but that was because she was Barbie, not because of anything I did or said. I think she worked on the Voyager program. For some reason, Ken was a dance instructor. I wasn’t playing Ken, so I didn’t get a vote in that.

I modeled good behavior, her PhD in a practical, useful field. I also modeled bad behavior. When Ken traded the dog for a cat without talking to Barbie first, Barbie threw a temper tantrum. It’s never too soon to learn the twin rules of relationships. First, don’t swap the dog for a cat without asking your partner, and second, just because it’s justified, doesn’t mean you can be a bitch about it. Trust me, she understood.

Despite all the “Messages” that were sent, she had fun. That’s because I let a child be a child. I didn’t beat it into her head, I just showed her Barbie being Barbie. Maybe it was a different Barbie than she knew, but she understood that when she got her Barbie back, she could rewrite her life story to be the Barbie she wanted her to be. If Heather grew up to be the Barbie who worked at JPL, great. If she grew up to be the Barbie who was a dance instructor, that’s fine too.

Here’s the problem. Children are not objects like Barbie dolls. We don’t get to “mold” or “shape” them. We get to show them some options, but in the end they will decide for themselves. While the author had some valid points, my biggest problem with it was her political attitude towards a child.

And tell the little girl that she’s pretty! Aren’t all little girls pretty? Heather certainly was. I’ll bet that she still is today. And if you disagree with me about that, even if others think you’re right, I’ll stab you in the eye.

TV shows that should suck, but, for various reasons, don’t

OK, here’s a show that must have been dreamed up by a dude hitting the bong just a bit too hard.

Take one Portland PD detective. His aunt shows up, dying, tells him he’s the last of the Grimms. Which he knows, because his last name is Grimm. “No, you silly, like the Brothers Grimm. Famous monster hunters!” Umm, what?

Cop starts chasing a bunch of supernatural creatures around Portland, Oregon. His new best buddy and supernatural sidekick is a reformed “Big Bad Wolf” who likes to fix clocks and watches. His actual detective partner, a rather oblivious but good-natured black man, has no idea why Detective Grimm is suddenly drawing all the weirdo cases. And then finding that what he learns while solving the cases is more disturbing than the murders were. The boss cop is a sort of cross between Voldemort and a snappy dressing Chuck Schumer. He’s evil, against Grimms, but for some reason doesn’t slaughter him right away. The comic relief is an Asian beat cop who ends up doing a lot of their legwork.


If I pitched this, I’d get laughed out of every studio in four countries. They’d probably try to have my mental health checked. A supernatural police procedural? With monsters who are constantly defying stereotypes? You’ve got to be kidding me.

Yet it works. You kind of like all the characters. Especially the reformed Big Bad Wolf. He’s a hoot. More like a curious child than a nightmare horror. You even feel a bit sorry for the Chuck Schumer character when a cursed coin makes him think he’s the second coming of Benito Mussolini.

And the Asian cop? Awesome. I come from Los Angeles originally. When you live out west you get used to the fact that lots of Chinese descended Americans have lived in the US longer than most of our families. It’s cool to see a totally integrated American cop with an Asian face. They’ve been here since at least the Trans Continental Railroad. Time to start casting them like they are just another flavor of American, rather than Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan.

It’s on DVD on Netflix. Give it a watch, you’ll like it. I got a big laugh out of the shout out to Deadmau5. Who knows what part will make you crack up.

Quick thinking hotel clerk foils robbery

You all know that I favor the robbery prevention method of shooting the robber multiple times in the face. In my mind, the robber survives just long enough to regret all his bad life choices. Sometimes, however, discretion is the better part of valor.

Case in point, from Greensboro.

The man entered the lobby of the Howard Johnson Inn at 2004 Veasley St. about 9:55 p.m., approached the counter and demanded money from the clerk, police said.

But the clerk ran to safety instead and called police.

You can just see him standing there at the desk, thinking, “Hey, that’s not the way I’d planned it.” The robber fled the scene and is still at large.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to rob a person you can’t catch?

People die from “just give them what they want.” They cooperate, hand over the money and get shot dead. This clerk has grasped the basic principle that “if you can’t catch me, you probably can’t kill me.”


How to make a billion dollars with anti-grav

Instapundit linked to a story on why we don’t have hoverboards. As if the silly skateboard things from Back to the Future II are anything but a lawsuit waiting to happen.


Nope, if anti-gravity is invented it won’t be hoverboards nor even cheap access to space that will be the moneymaker. It’ll be beds.

Think about it. How many times have you been lying in bed saying “The Gravity is Too Damn High!” while feeling totally exhausted after what should have been a good night’s sleep? What you need is the Grav-Number Bed.

Maybe your wife likes to sleep at the moons gravity level, with her Grav-Number set at 16. But what if you prefer Mars? Your Grav-Number would be 38.

Think about it. You get shoulder pain like I do from sleeping on your side? Lower gravity is the answer. Crick in your neck from ending up in an awkward sleeping position in your old Full Gravity bed? Lower gravity is the answer.

I would make a billion dollars.

Why you should never shoot all your ammo at the range

We have a family rule. Never shoot up all your ammo at the range. I finally got my father to tell me the story that led to that rule.

Cast your mind back to deep, dark wilds of Los Angeles County in 1965….

Every one of us has had a moment in our life that we will never forget. A life lesson that not only changes the way you do things but cause you to preach to your family, mostly to your children. I just found out my moment has been labeled by my kids as, “Never shoot all your ammo at the Range”.

I was newly married, had just turned 23, and decided that my wife, also 23, needed to learn how to shoot a pistol. You have to understand that I didn’t know a thing about pistols, I had never even shot one. I had recently purchased a Llama 380 had shot the gun one other time, expending every last round. My wife, a British Subject who had never seen a pistol before had managed to out shoot me so I had keep shooting trying to at least do as well as she had. It didn’t work. I ended up shooting up everything and still not matching her.

We were going to the range again. It was a Sunday and I had to buy some ammo on the way there. As we drove down the street, almost at the store, I saw a low rider car with four latinos inside pull a “Swoop and Squat” in front of an 18 wheeler. The trucker avoided smashing into the car by running over the curb into a large parking lot surrounding the White Front Store (Sort of like a Wal-Mart, but in Los Angeles in the ’60′s). I was also forced to dodge into the same parking lot and came to a screeching halt, blocked by the truck and the driver of the car who was advancing on the truck driver with a bat.

I yelled at my wife to go get the guard in the store. Back then White Front hired armed guards. I jumped out and saw the trucker had a tire iron, the driver of the car had a bat, and two more of the car occupants were exiting the car. Screaming and threats were being thrown around and I thought I was going to witness a beat down if not a death.

I grabbed my gun, jumped out of the car and lay across the hood with the gun pointed right at the man with the bat. I yelled,

One more step and I’ll shoot you.

He looked at me, told me to mind my own G. D. gringo business or he would take care of me next. His friend was half way out of the rear seat so I asked him if he wanted to be first. He jumped back into the car.

I do understand certain Spanish words and as the bat wielder ran back to his car I am think he passed judgment on how old I was when my mother got married, plus a few other choice words.

At this time I glanced towards the store and I see my wife, in high heels and a sheath dress running towards me at full speed. Behind her I see a man in full guard regalia running but loosing ground to her. Picture this, he is about 50 lbs over weight and everything, Gun, baton, handcuffs were all flapping up and down as he ran and he is making noises like a steam engine.

The Latino men called my mother a puta one more time and peeled rubber for yards as they sped away.

So the moral of the story is. Never shoot all your ammo at the range. I had a totally empty gun. What if they had called my bluff?

That started the family rule. Whenever you took a gun to the range, you always kept at least one full magazine, one full cylinder, or a couple of rifle rounds for every single gun you had. It’s still a practice I follow today. I might not be able to get to the Super Bambi Blast-o-Matic in the trunk while on my way home from the range, but you can be sure that if I need to put a .243 Win round into a ne’er do well at the Han-dee Hugo’s, I have the ammo to do it.

You never know when you might be called on to use a gun to save a life. Wouldn’t you be happier if your gun was loaded at the time?

What the heck were the cops thinking?

Two FELONY charges against an 8 year old?

Eight-year-old Sam Grant was in Catawba County District Court Friday on charges of discharging a firearm into an occupied vehicle.

The charges were filed as a result of an incident that happened in February. Sam’s parents said he was playing with a BB gun outside and aimed at an abandoned house nearby. But then he somehow managed to shoot at and hit two cars as they passed by, causing some damage. No one was injured.

So kid was screwing around, shooting his Daisy air rifle at a building and managed to hit two passing cars, so the cops slapped him with two Class E felony charges?

§ 14‑34.1. Discharging certain barreled weapons or a firearm into occupied property.

(a) Any person who willfully or wantonly discharges or attempts to discharge any firearm or barreled weapon capable of discharging shot, bullets, pellets, or other missiles at a muzzle velocity of at least 600 feet per second into any building, structure, vehicle, aircraft, watercraft, or other conveyance, device, equipment, erection, or enclosure while it is occupied is guilty of a Class E felony.

(b) A person who willfully or wantonly discharges a weapon described in subsection (a) of this section into an occupied dwelling or into any occupied vehicle, aircraft, watercraft, or other conveyance that is in operation is guilty of a Class D felony.

(c) If a person violates this section and the violation results in serious bodily injury to any person, the person is guilty of a Class C felony.

That’s insane.

I can only assume that the judge didn’t feel that it would serve justice to brand an 8 year old a felon for screwing around with his air rifle. I don’t even want to think about how bad an ass whipping I would have taken for pulling a similar stunt as a child.