Alabama’s history of respecting the civil rights of its residents has been spotty, to say the least. The Alabama Democratic Party, exemplified by members such as Sherrif “Bull” Connor and George Wallace, has a long and odious history of oppressing their own constituents to gain political power. That history is one that Alabama’s — indeed, all of America’s — politicians and citizenry need to consider whenever proposed legislation affects the civil rights of its inhabitants . . .
Just when you thought New York’s firearms law couldn’t get more imbecilic, a Manhattan Judge recently affirmed the denial of a concealed carry license application by a salesperson who lives in the Big Apple and sells security equipment, reports the New York Law Journal. The salesman, Cavalier Knight, is a resident of New York City and holds a Federal Firearms License, as well as being employed as a salesperson by Armored Mobility, a company that sells ballistic armor and related equipment. Knight “requested a license to carry a concealed handgun for self-defense and to protect his wares from theft.” . . .
I’m not your typical gun owner. I have accepted this. I’m a female and small in stature. I’m not burly or muscular. I’m not manly and I don’t like the horrid abomination that is the “flip-flop.” I’m me. I think of myself as a spunky young woman with spirit. I just got my hair cut and colored in a pretty drastic way. While at my appointment, the wonderful lady who did my new hairdo asked, “What do you do for a living, Sara?” This question makes me smile because . . .
Over on a site called xojane.com a self-confessed Texas liberal explains her decision to purchase a firearm. “For years, I was what we lefties in Texas refer to as, ‘A bright blue dot in a big red state.’ I believe in recycling, social services, a woman’s right to choose, and immigration. I spent a lot of time defending these things around my red friends, and bemoaning this defense around my fellow blue dots. And then I bought a gun, and everything changed. I was shamed by the blue dots and consoled by the red. I turned purple.” Well, now, hang on a minute . . .
“An Arlington strip mall off Lee Highway in the Cherrydale community has everything from restaurants to salons to a frame shop,” wjla.com reports. “McLean-based Nova Firearms has announced it’s opening a new store in that empty space this summer. Building owner Kostas Kapasouris says, ‘They want to have exclusive, expensive sporting goods and I guess that probably includes expensive guns.’ Kapasouris confirms a lease has been signed but he insists the community is overwhelmingly opposed to a gun shop being here . . .
Every gun owner has his or her preferred tools and gear. I certainly have mine. Things that make my life as an gun owner a little easier or just a little more fun. Here are a few of my favorite things, stuff without which I’m not sure how I’d get by . . .
“A Regina couple received a rude awakening during the early hours of Victoria Day,” cbc.ca reports. Roger Lepage [above] says his wife awoke at around 4 a.m. CST when she heard a banging on the front door. Thinking it was their daughter returning home, Lepage said his wife went outside to see what was going on. Instead of their daughter they found an apparently intoxicated man with no shoes trying to break into their home in the city’s Lakeview neighborhood [pop. 7720].” So Mssr. Lepage called the police. In the intervening hour, the situation escalated . . .
Who is responsible for theft or damage to your vehicle? Who’s responsible for protecting it? The same person who’s responsible for your safety, and the safety of your family and friends. Not “management.” Not the police – who are curiously absent from our day-to-day lives. You. Which is why carrying a gun is such a good idea. Which is why the “no concealed weapons allowed on this property” sign is such a bad idea. As a statement of fact, it’s patently ridiculous. Ask a bad guy. Concealed means concealed. The juxtaposition of these two signs means but one thing to right-thinking Americans: spend your money elsewhere. [h/t: Lee Duran]
“Did you know, and I swear this is true, that a goose poops a pound a day? That means that every week, with just five geese, we will have 35 pounds of goose poop in the park. You do the math and calculate how much poop that is before the snow melts.” I make it a point never to do math in public, but point taken: geese are a health hazard. For Green Island [New York] Village Mayor Ellen McNulty-Ryan, it’s more than that. It’s personal . . .
Reader Mark B. writes:
Practical justifications for the RKBA might usefully be considered across a spectrum of micro to macro perspectives. At the micro level we explain to the individual that she should value the RKBA in defense of her person and that of her immediate family. Toward the macro end, we say we must prepare to guard against the tyranny of a federal government. At the macro end of the spectrum we point out the geo-political danger of genocide or more generally, democide (mass killings by government for any reason including race.) Each of these points on the spectrum is a legitimate focus of debate. Which is most effective? . . .
It turns out that squirting random strangers with a Super Soaker pisses them off. And it doesn’t even matter that the person behind the gun is a hot chick in a bikini. Go figure. On the plus side, if you subscribe to their YouTube channel, you may win a date with her. Fair enough?
My first real firefight had everything you see in the movies. It was great. I mean sure, I’d been shot at before, and a few IEDs just missed me. But nothing like this. This fight had mortars exploding in the air, men rushing and diving as RPG’s pounded the earth, giant heroes calmly barking orders while bullets cracked past their heads, a lone medic rushing to save the wounded, all with sound(ish) tactics, outmaneuvering the enemy and returning fire. Really, by the end of it I was grinning, it was one of the happiest days of my life. That fight had it all. Except a villain . . .