"Do laws even matter today?"

Honest liberal Jonathan Turley discusses the destruction of the rule of law.

"Yet Again the NRA Sells Out Freedom to the Democrats." The Lairds of Fairfax once again prove to be "a weak little girl of an organization."

General Sebastian Snowflake, NRA net apologist extraordinaire, strikes a pose at Valley Forge. Striking poses is what he and the NRA are best at.

Erick Erickson at Red State denounces the Lairds of Fairfax.

"A weak little girl of an organization protecting itself while throwing everyone else under the bus."

Ouch.

And speaking of weak little girls, Here are NRA Internet Division General Sebastian Snowflake's latest cravenly excuses.

What a putz.

Mike
III

"Gather your armies."

Outstanding Alabama Tea Party candidate's campaign ad for the run-off.

The left-collectivists hate it.

The old bulls of the Alabama GOP do too. Despite being outspent 7 to 1, Barber forced a run-off with their hand-picked candidate. Poor babies. I pray he wins.

Another Country Heard From . .

Another day in my life. . .

Received in the mail today a single corroded .22 Long Rifle round. No message, just a single old loaded round. The return address on the envelope, printed in block letters (as was the address to my home), was

Liberty Counsel
PO Box 540774
Orlando, FL 32854

The postmark also was Orlando.

Running the name through a search engine yielded this result. I rather doubt that Liberty Counsel was the sender.

So, without a message we can conclude that this was:

a. a ham-handed obscure threat of some sort, or,

b. a heart-felt contribution to my ammunition stockpile.

In any case, as I already have about 20,000 rounds of .22 Long Rifle stashed in various places, I think I will discard the whole business without touching it with my bare hands.

Thus whatever the message intended, it failed.

Isn't shipping ammo through the mails a Federal offense?

Not sure I believe this, but . . .

WickedLasers Unveils "Lightsaber" Powerful Enough to Set People on Fire

My ex-wife could do this with her eyes, but I believe some Satanic invocation was required.

"Who are you?" -- Democrat Congressman Etheridge flashes back to a Who concert. Must have caught him outside his mistress' house.

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

chorus:
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccuped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

(chorus)

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?

Cranky congresscritter at play. I guess Congressman Etheridge believes that the right to manhandle citizens comes with his job.
Who are YOU?

Alvie D. Zane's Appleseed Report

Here.

An interesting list of "Top Ten Snipers," but woefully incomplete.

Rifleman Tim Murphy, firing from a tree, mortally wounds British General Sir Simon Fraser and changes world history.

Thanks to Typeay for this list of The Top Ten Snipers in History.

Unfortunately, the listmaker leaves out the rifleman who fired the most important single rifle shot in history -- Tim Murphy.

At the second battle of Saratoga as American troops were falling back under a vigorous British attack, Murphy, on the orders of General Dan Morgan, shot British General Sir Francis Clerke and General Simon Fraser. Fraser was the single most effective British troop leader on the field at Bemis Heights. When Murphy mortally wounded him from a distance estimated to have been about 300 yards, the British attack collapsed and the fate of "Gentleman Johnny" Burgoyne's army was sealed. Though Murphy served through the rest of the war, his shot downing Fraser was the single most important shot he -- or any other rifleman -- ever fired in battle.

With the British defeat and subsequent surrender at Saratoga, the French decided to come into the war on the Colonists' side. Without Tim Murphy's incredible shot (from a tree, no less) the history of the Revolution likely would have been dramatically different.

EMP -- The Great Darkening: A Review of One Second After

When I was not quite eight years old, I watched an episode of The Twilight Zone that made a great impression upon me at the time: "The Monsters are Due on Maple Street."



The episode begins in late summer when Maple Street is full of playing children and adults talking. A shadow passes overhead and a loud roar is heard, accompanied by a flash of light. The residents of Maple Street find that their machines no longer work, and there is no power, their cars won't start. They gather together in the street to discuss the matter. By the end of the episode, they have all turned on one another, manipulated into chaos by aliens who do nothing but use their own fears against them.

You can find "The Monsters are Due on Maple Street" in three parts, here, here, and here.

Another episode I well remember is "The Shelter."



The episode begins with a birthday party of good friends and neighbors, one of whom has just finished building a fallout shelter. A Conelrad warning comes on the radio, indicating incoming "unidentified objects" which may be Russian nukes. In the ensuing panic, the neighbors turn on the family with the fallout shelter -- which only has room, supplies and air for themselves and no more -- finally breaking down the door just as the all clear is announced.

You can find "The Shelter" also in three parts, here, here, and here.

The moral of both of these stories is simple: civilization is less than skin deep and the veneer can be stripped away in an instant.

This is also the point of the "useful dire warning" of William Forstchen's One Second After, a tale centered around the small college town of Black Mountain, North Carolina. (Not coincidentally, Black mountain is Forstchen's home town.)

A friend gave me a copy of this volume this past week and I have just finished reading it.

It is a ripping good read, if incredibly depressing because of the subject matter and the very real threat EMP poses.

Here is a snippet of a web review.

In One Second After, Forstchen asks not what could have been, but what will be the results of an EMP attack.

Electromagnetic pulses result from natural phenomena and in much greater strength from nuclear blasts. EMPs fry unprotected electronics. A nuclear bomb set off at a high altitude could cause electronics over a large swathe of the planet to fail. Little has been done to protect the US from this threat. This novel depicts what life might be like in the case of an EMP attack.

With no electronics vehicles won't run. How do we move necessities without modern transportation? Without electronics, we have no phones, computers, radios, or televisions. How do we communicate? How do we grow food or run our factories without vehicles or electricity? In One Second After, a lack of food and medicine leads to mass death. Society crumbles. Cities turn against the countryside and friends and neighbors turn against each other in a desperate struggle to survive. Criminals take advantage. Forstchen humanizes it by giving a detailed look at how events unfold around Montreat College in North Carolina. He uses convincing detail to make the events real.

One Second After is a masterpiece of distopian literature that ranks with 1984 and Brave New World. More important though than its role in our literature is what we do about the grave threat it portrays. Because, one second after the attack, it'll be too late.

Now I don't know about it ranking with Orwell or Huxley, but I had few quibbles with the narrative. Among them: the realization that country has been hit with an EMP attack unfolds too slowly, especially in the mind of the main character, a retired U.S. Army officer and with the emergency response personnel running the town. Also, the disaster effects themselves play out, in my mind, either too quickly for some or too slowly for others. Finally, the availability of alternate technologies that would afford means of communication, transportation, agriculture and community defense are somewhat minimized.

Still, the ghastly nature of the breakdown attendant to an EMP attack is not glossed over. Forstchen makes us stare directly into that beast's many faces.

For this reason, if no other, I recommend One Second After to all Threepers. Make sure Momma reads it, too. She'll start loading up the larder and the medicine cabinet without further urging from you.

There are several links about EMP and its effects on Forstchen's site. There is also a twenty-year old -- but still pertinent -- post of Duncan Long's on EMP protection here.

Start out, though, by getting a copy of One Second After. You will redouble your preparations afterward.

Mike
III

Another threat to the global food supply.

Down under.

What was that about 'the enemy of my enemy?"

Gettin' down to nut cuttin' time.

And how ready are you for the consequences here at home?

Well, isn't this special?

"For the very first time, the U.S. Air Force has validated a unit's wartime capability to defend the homeland by fighting an enemy right here on U.S. soil."

And what enemy would that be, exactly?

Cheapest 5.56 out there?

I have a buddy who is looking to pick up a couple thousand 5.56. Does anybody have their finger on the best price on brass cased stuff these days? (He doesn't like Russian steel-case.)

"They have guns!" No leg tingling here. Chris Matthews wets his pants.

Maybe its time I appeared on the Matthews' show.

Holy smokes! Now we have "assault riffles!"

Raft moving over riffles. These are obviously just plain riffles and not "assault riffles."

riffle
2 entries found.

1. 1riffle (verb)
2. 2riffle (noun)

Main Entry: 1rif·fle
Pronunciation: \ˈri-fəl\
Function: verb
Inflected Form(s): rif·fled; rif·fling \ˈri-f(ə-)liŋ\
Etymology: 2riffle
Date: 1754

intransitive verb 1 : to form, flow over, or move in riffles

2 : to flip cursorily : thumb transitive verb 1 : to ruffle slightly : ripple

2 a : to leaf through hastily; specifically : to leaf (as a stack of paper) by sliding a thumb along the edge of the leaves b : to shuffle (playing cards) by separating the deck into two parts and riffling with the thumbs so the cards intermix

3 : to manipulate (small objects) idly between the fingers

There is a plague of "assault riffles" upon the land.

Another country heard from . . .

"Principles? Principles?!? We don' need no steenking PRINCIPLES!"

In reaction to my post below on the "rape trees":

Anonymous said...

"Kindly explain the libertarian principles embodied by these."

What kind of fucking moron are you that you believe that has the faintest relation to libertarian principles. Go fuck yourself, you diseased piece of shit.

June 10, 2010 6:52 PM

Libertarian principles are consistently thrown in my face as an argument for the alleged nirvana of "open borders."

Rape trees are a real-world consequence of ill-defended mostly-open borders.

May I make the introduction?

Principle, meet reality.

Reality, meet principle.

Mexican Border Reality to Libertarian Principle: "Principles? Principles?!? We don' need no steenking PRINCIPLES!"

You may argue that absent any immigration laws, there would be no rapist polleros (which is what the coyotes call themselves -- the illegals themselves being referred to as "pollos" or chickens and "pollero" being a chicken rancher). Probably true. But then the entire world would be here, wouldn't they? Common sense libertarians such as Walter Williams have denounced that insanity. So if you have borders that mean anything, there must be border enforcement.

Yet, as it stands now, we have the worst of both worlds. The hundreds of thousands (at least) of women who are raped every year on American soil by the diseased products of Mexican machismo would find arguments of principle to be of no comfort whatsoever. They would find them incomprehensible when confronted with the monstrous reality.

You may say, "well do away with the welfare system" or whatever, but the fact is that these women are being raped, brutalized and murdered NOW. Citizens on the border are living in terror NOW. What is your principled argument for protecting them NOW?

Tyranny is a vampire's appetite.

Collectivist at work.

Tyranny is a vampire's appetite.

It is a collectivist cannibal's mouth watering.

Here is a current example of the Founders' prescription for tyrannical appetite suppression.

Apply as needed. Silver bullets not required.

Hallmark: When you care to send the very best message.

3.5" bazooka round fired at police station.

Be sure and watch the video.

I guess the gangbangers forgot to procure one of these:



According to the New York Times, the likely perps are these guys.

And while we're on the subject of the border . . .

Maybe, just maybe, after the Restoration, we can get some convicted unrepentant war criminals (those who are not executed) to pick up this.

Once again, collectivists demonstrate their ability to use words and phrases as weapons to get what they want.

Marketing the big lie through smoke, mirrors and message crafting.